A day in the life and home of a children in a informal settelment

Hi my name is Zoya. This morning I woke up as cold  as a hairless dog on a winter's day.
When I went downstairs there was no breakfast, oh how i wishied i could wake up one morning with a nice breakfast so I went to school with a empty stomach. I had to cross a river on my way to school where I jerked my shoes.when  I got to my classroom I found my chair in bits,so I had to sit on my knees for that whole day if you ask it was extremely uncomfortable.After school I went home to find my mom sobbing.I asked her what was wrong she told me “my granny has died she wasnt getting enough attention so she died.”from that point on I said “ if i could change anything it would be that the hospitals would improve.” After all that I decided to take a walk for some fresh air.
My walk was very long and downhearted because as I was walking past a pile of trash I saw a dead dog.All I wanted right now was something that would make me happy. That's when I thought of the idea of cleaning people's shoes for money. I started my own tiny business next to a shop in the street. I charged R10 per person.
I normally earned R100 a month wich was R 1200 a year. We decided to save money for a bigger house. we got a house for R8500 wich we thought was very expensive.
After we got our house we carried on working with the money we bought food and anything else we needed to live.There was one more thing I wanted  to change which was the security none of the houses had walls or gates and no fences anyone could walk in and out.

The Singing Inspectors Visits

Hi my name is Gladis
Yesterday was the worst day of my life
The singing inspector came .
His name is Raymond.
He wears huge knickerbockers and thick stockings like a hunting man.
i would say he looks like a stupid person 
He called everyone into the big room.
He first called Benny and Charles up they sang pretty polly Benny who is tall sounded like a mice squeaking but worse. Charles sang in a low voice.
He shouted what a waste of time 2 voiceless idiots in a singing class. I would of called him the idiot not them.
Then she called jess up she sang a nice song on the modelater. Than he called me up and iris vaughan.
I was shaking like a wet dog.
He called us deaf and dumb.
He is just a ugly brat.

Crime Runners (fantasy poem)

Crime Runners are extremely short and fast.
They have humongous  arms almost as tall as a  giraffe.
Time means everything  to the Crime Runners.
They live deep, down under ground.
They build tunnels that lead to every bank.
If they get caught by the cops they bolt.
If people start dinging they get extremely irritated.
Their faces turn red and puffs up like a tomato.
They will attack.
Their poo is green when they lean.
Their poo is blue when they don't have a clue.
When they are glad they turn pink.