I was born in a city
Where there is no love, no unity
I was born in a country
Where disease and hunger bites…… as if a mosquito was sucking your
Blood
I was born in a world
Where my colour meant segregation
I was born a land
Where hardship lies
Where power meant corruption
Where killing meant surviving
I was born in a home
Where one bed……meant for five people
Where one slice of bread meant for five bellies
I was born in a universe where surviving meant giving up your life
for the next generation to be free.



Christena Williams.
Age:19

Night is a burglar with a black and white mask,
He goes about doing his tasks,
Stealing people’s dreams and making them bad,
When he is caught all will be glad.

As night creeps about his minions in tow,
The sun never knows where he will go,
So when daylight disappears and out comes night,
Everyone will get a fright.

When he spreads his moonless cloak,
All over the universe,
Out twirls the darkness,
Leaving us his frightful curse.

By Jessica Age 10