The little black girl
Sitting at the table of men
Skins dark and glistening
Drinking beers
In the Lavapiés evening
And I love her
The softness she brings
Almost like a secret
Her toy unapologetically
On the table
Amidst the bottles
It makes me think
How all I ever wanted
Was to be your daughter
How much pride
It gave me
For you to be proud
Of me.
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