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

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