Simile Poem - The Burger
The Burger
It looks as juicy as an orange
The patty steaming like...fire
The tomato as fresh as fruit
The role as soft as a cloud
I bite into it like a monster
A day in the life of a child in an informal settlement
Today was...something else. In the morning there was a huge storm, a humongous storm, I was very scared. There was water dripping into the shack, running down the walls. Next I had to go get some water...barefoot. It was cold, wet and windy. Then I went back home. I was thirsty, if only the government would give us more water. I knew that the water was for supper tonight, but I didn't want to go get some more water from the tap that was so far away. Some children are so lucky, they can go to school, my only dream is to go to school. Later that night, mom made supper, not much. I went outside to go to the toilet. It's not nice to go to a dirty toilet with no door. When I was finally in bed, I felt cold, I switched on the light. Thank goodness I have a Khaya power bottle. Finally I went to sleep. What a day. What will happen tomorrow?
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