I don't know his name or his age
Nor do I know if he had a family
He wasn't outside of his comfort zone, I was
He knew exactly what he was doing, checking the trash piece by piece
He was working, intent, with purpose
He never looked my way, never distracted by the white girl with the camera
Would I have looked away if he noticed me, maybe
I wondered how much he would get for his efforts
I asked if he went to school, no, I guess not
Poverty
A child without a childhood
Getting a few coins
Coins for...
So much for the argument for basic human rights.
I am guessing he didn't have someone to argue his case, he just needed to eat.
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