I am guilty

As I walk on the screaming 
Souls of my new shoes 
While digging in deep pockets,
I find my head absent of grief. 

I am guilty

As my jeans begin to wear 
away. I think not 
of the tear in their fingers
As they stitched the denim. 

I am guilty 

My shoes break in,
But their families are broken in
By sweatshop brands. They are
Labelled as possessions. 

I am guilty 

I finance their slavery that 
I might look smart and trendy. 
While they cry out to their god
For saving, I add to their prayers. 

I am guilty

For I have the power to act
If I start thinking:
We must change the industry
So we can liberate families