Mexican Child Labor
We Walked the Shops in Mazatlan,
Not Caring What We Found.
Content We Were With All We Had-
But Then There Came a Sound.
Lady Will You Buy From Me?
From My Box of Simple Wares-
I Said "Here's a Dollar, Honey",
So Saddened by Her Stares.
Too Young, I Thought to Sell...
Too Young to Be Alone-
Where's Mom? No School Today?
Mexico Poverty, My Heart Did Moan!
Diny
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