Red Dress Girl
A tiny daughter totters in the dirt Attempting the mastery of walking Dust fills the air Mixed with diesel smoke As massive trucks creep along the road But the girl is oblivious Her red dress tickles her legs As she dances in the sun Such a tiny girl Probably under the age of two Brother is close by Hunched over a wash basin Scrubbing yesterday's clothing He bends his forehead into his shoulder Wiping away the sweat, dust, and grime His own shirt stained brown Does he notice? With rhythm, his hands return to harsh scrubbing More trucks spit dust upon the children Mother looks on With desperate, tired brown eyes She is preparing her mangoes to sell Hopeful for customers To buy her soft fruit Because as pieces disappear from her bowl Delicately balanced atop her head There is money to care for her son and daughter Will enough people buy today? Tomorrow? Mother looks on Staring into a bleak future As her tiny daughter Captures beauty in her uncertain steps As she dances in the sun Da...

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