A baby beside me,
Too small to travel in a jeepney
Along this streets full of addicted children
With his mother
Love and Loving
Pain and Hurting
A line the poet could not read
And worse
-They ride...
A three-wheeled monster
which I hate most of the time,
they have a right to be greedy
I ride with them
to Paraiso
on my way home.
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