A Hint To My Arrival

when i was born
in this world
someone was not
happy with
my smile

my cries during
nighttime till dawn
call the
hard liquor in the house

the drunkards come
teasing
a forlorn man

my mother is still
the most beautiful woman
in the village

rumors come like
storms
the house falls to
the ground

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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