I AM A CHILD WITHOUTRIGHTS
By: Sherlyn Pech STDVI, 12yrs old
I am a child without rights
All night I sit and cry
The only thing I have is a lonely pie
I don’t have shoes
I have been threaten by a goose
What is the solution to my problem?
I need clean clothes
The only thing I have is a running nose
I need a healthy food
Some people treat me rude
What is the solution to my problem?
All day I shout to God
Why my life that bad
Sometimes I wish to be a normal boy
A boy whose parents would by him a toy
What is the solution to my problem?
i need to go to school
i don’t want to be a fool
i want to be some one who has a lot of food
arich girl who has a big pool?
I am a child without rights
By: Zion De La Cruz, Std vi, 13yrs old
Some tourist give me money
Some people help me by giving me food
Tis better than stealing and killing in the streets
T am a child without rights.
I feel that I will never fit in this world
Suffering here, suffering there, suffering every where.
Without being loved by a family or friend
I sit in the streets without being fed.
I am a child without rights.
I always need food clothing shelter and shoes
Asking for money in the streets not even a dollar to eat
I am a child without rights .
I Am A Child Without Rights
By: Joshua Pech,Std VI,12 yrs
I am a child who feels desperately lonely
and my life is a difficult journey.
Every lonely night I feel mad
and I ask for some money to the rich but they always seemed bad.
What are the rights of this poor child?
I beg to the shop owner to give me new clothes
but they always pretend to be closed.
I wanted something to eat
because my stomach cries for a piece of meat.
What are the rights of this poor child?
I wanted to be free
but the other guys don’t let me be.
On the streets, life is so tough
growing beaten is so rough.
What are the rights of this poor child?
I AM A CHILD WITHOUT RIGHTS
By: Dylan Canul
Std: V1, 12 years old
I am a child without rights.
Wanting to earn money, that is my fight.
The ability to go to school is my goal.
Without money is like I,m stuck in a hole.
Is there a way out of this life?
I am lonely because of crack cocaine.
The drug cries filling my veins.
Because of its delicious feeling.
It makes me feel like I am flyng.
It there a way out of this life?
I am a child not given love and no shoes.
For those who know me, they call me moose.
Nobody cares for me neither the government,
There is no sign of any betterment.
Is there a way out of this life?
I Am A Child Without
Rights
By: Rinaldi Ack,11 years old Elizabeth Alvarado,12 years old
I am a child without rights
I feel alone when I sleep alone at night
I feel so mad with the world
Because to me it has been so angry and cold
I am a child without rights.
My dad doesn’t like me because he is so unkind.
All these problems are troubling my mind.
I want my mom to help me of all these struggles to set me free.
I am a child without rights.
I want to scream for help.
But people don’t hear my yell.
I say I am hungry.
But people with me are angry.
I am a child without rights.
I need food to live
In people, I no longer believe
Until one time they gave me food
Because there are still people who are good.
I am a child without rights.
I AM A CILD WITHOUT RIGHTS
BY: MIREL DE LA CRUZ STD VI 12YRS OLD
SOME PEOPLE GIVE ME FOOD
SOME PEOLE TREAT ME GOOD
SOME PEOLE TREAT ME BAD
AND THAT GETS ME SO MAD
BUT SOME TIME I FEEL SO SAD
WHAT ARE MY RIGTH?
SOME TIMES I PRAY TO GOD
TO STAND BY MY SIDE
TO HELP ME IN MY NEED
LIKE FOOD CLOTHES AND SHOES ON MY FEET
BUT MOST OF ALL I BEGGED THE LORD
TO GIVE ME CARE AND LOTS OF LOVE
WHAT ARE MY RIGHTS?
WHO CAN HELP ME? I DON’T KNOW
IASK TOHELP US CHILDREN TO LET US KNOW
WHERE TO GO IF WE NEED HELP?
TOHELP US TO STRETCH OUR
ARMS TO GIVE US HOPE WHEN THERE IS NONE.
WHAT IS MY RIGHTS?
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I AM A CHILD WITHOUT RIGHTS
By : edimir carrillo, std 6, 13 years old
I am a child who lives in the street
But I don’t have any money to buy meat to eat.
I am a boy who cries all night
Full of worries, full of fright.
What can I do to get my rights?
I am a boy without shoes on my feet
Every day I struggle on the street.
I am a child who gets into trouble,
For stealing food of great hunger, my belly grumbles.
What can I do to get my rights?
I am a boy begging for food
And nobody likes my mood.
Every day I sleep on an empty stomach
To me everyone is turning its back.
What can I do to get my rights?
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