i told her
there are only two kinds of people
in manila: the swindler and the swindled
i warned her
last night she cried
she occupied the seat of the latter
i told her
there is nothing to worry
the swindled can still recover
after a fall
she learned the hard way
that night she could not sleep
i told her
it is normal for one to be swindled
of which i chided her
if she wants to take revenge
swindle another one
it makes thing even.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem