mango drink

The yummiest sensation that runs through my body is great
Its thickness connected the sweetness of the recently cut open fruit gives it the best delight
All the way from Dominican Republic on the boarder on Haiti is where it started
Sitting with the orphanages under a tree with red fire ants running up the unkept legs
Sitting speaking Spanish
Crying, laughing and fighting
No shoes, cut pants and open dash cuts on there vibrant legs
Wearing whatever were given, by donations
13 year old boys wearing Barbie shirts
it’s the fresh mango that enhances the day
Eat it, bite it, lick it, touch it
its make them happy
juice of it brightness that glows on the faces of the sorrow
Depression and deprive
I wanna cry and cuddle up in the wooden platform were they sleep on
No bathrooms , no showers, no water
Instead dirt, STDS, AIDS, orphans and no love all worries
No time for thinking, just doing.