"Ten pesos, mem."
The heat presses in from all sides;
The faint scent of jasmine wafts through the air.
"Ten pesos, mem."
Cover my ears,
Close my eyes,
Don't listen to their cries;
Don't look into their suffering eyes.
"Ten pesos, mem."
Walk on,
Ignore them.
Harden your heart.
Forget the least of them.
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