Simile I enjoyed writing this poem because it was fun to try and come up with new sentences, though was hard when I used up most of them. Metaphors I liked writing this more than the similes, because I could come up with lots of different things. What I didn’t like was that
Life in an Informal Settlement By: Ethan Living in an informal settlement is horrible. Though maybe one day I will be like the rest of the world. Fancy cars, big houses, deep pools and even my own room with my own bed. Well, that’s what I hope. I don't know how far I will get now, with me dropping out of school, the reason being for that is that every day I would come home and open the cupboard and there would be no food or anything. I would starve like anything, and my mom wasn’t there to help me with my homework, because she was at work until eight o’clock at night, and my dad died, he had cancer. Every day I wake up, get out of bed trying not to wake my sister and brother up, we all sleep in the same bed. I then go to get my clothes out of my box and get dressed and go outside to take jog up the hill and back, I then get my younger siblings ready and go to catch the taxi to my grandmas house, well more like a shack, but it’s my happy place. She then gave me money for