POVERTY See them walking in the muddy streets skinny, bone children, walking with their skeleton figures swaying tiredly side to side. I see them clinging to the fence, their colored faces turned helplessly, begging. BY KATIANA SCHRAMM Their hands are cupped out, pleading as the white strangers pass by. Old wrinkly figures sit hunched over garbage, praying to find a scrap of food. Children run through the streets, leaping over tossed garbage, scuttling over landfills. I look and think to myself What would the world be if it didn’t have these mishappenings? former orphan at King’s Garden now living and attending school in the United States, after a return to her homeland. www.heartenhaiti.org