Poquita Poem by RIC BASTASA
Poquita
She was my playmate in the river
We swam together
We had no breasts then
We only have thoughts so clean
I went to the university
She went to a far city
I came back to serve a town
And she is nowhere to be found
With her beauty and brain
She can make a stately queen
A lawyer, a doctor, a catch for men
But she never was, as what I’ve seen
Mo longer innocent and fresh
She has become a vendor of her flesh
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