I came home smelling jasmine in the house and noticed a garland of sampaguita (white jasmine) that my mother bought from the Filipino Grocery store. It brought back memories of the Philippines, but it also reminded me of the street children selling them.
I would buy a garland for them whenever I went home from college (if I had the change) back then. The worst part is when I'd see them walking the streets still trying to sell them at 3 in the morning to drunkards (like me) making their way home.
Enjoy this little reflection.
*picture is originally from http://p0ks.deviantart.com/art/sampaguita-girl-181618845
Sampaguita Go Home
she sells white-petal innocence on the street,
a garland of jasmine
made from tears,
and blood-tired fingers.
of the man who drinks it a-way,
& beats her in the night.
WE choose what WE see
the dirty face.
torn clothes too big,
the stink of the city,
not our problem.
--blame your parents.
WE’ve done our share- giving money to church
WE’re good people.
WE’re not interested.
she walks the streets all night
too scared to go home
her white-petal innocence not all sold.