an old american
wearing sleepers.
white sands clinging
still on his feet.
beside him
her filipina. the brown girl
black hair. orange sarong
wrapping her body
she needs yahoo.
he says, what are you looking for?
i do not really think
that she is literate. but i can sense
she is trying to be
just like anybody else.
he thinks she is beautiful and
cheap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem