A Sampaguita ChildA Poem by AlmA tribute the children who sell flowers on the streets in The Philippines.Walking across the hot, tropic asphalt, no tsinelas.
Threaded flowers to sell. How could you deserve this? You have no fault. In streets you live, littered corners you dwell. That mere twenty-peso bill lights your face: “For baon, so I
can go home,” you say. When you go home, there isn’t an embrace. Your parents never ask about your day. They simply take the money, which you earned. But there is a day they might look at you a gaze--like the Philippine sun--concerned and thankful, for you, and all that you do. Still, you deserve more than blistered, burned feet and selling sampaguita
on the street. © 2012 AlmAuthor's Note
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Added on May 12, 2012Last Updated on July 7, 2012 Tags: sampaguita AuthorAlmBy the sea, in a land called Honah LeeAboutAlm is short for Alyssa Marie. I'm sixteen now, I don't claim to write well. I'm sorry if I review bad. Sometimes I bake snickerdoodles, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla on my fingertips lingers... more..Writing
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