Do you care
what you wear
was made where.
If those hands
were paid fair
for what you wear
or you just don’t dare
give up the million stares
the mirror shares.
That skirt you needed
was stitched and tailored
by a faceless girl
in a foreign land.
She pains day and night
to get paid a dime
by a million man
with a spray paint tan.
With his share in hand
And a magic wand
He will claim
observing all the rules
In a country poor
where the hungry spur
the rules are the least
the dime is the must.
Your freedom’s there
to find out where
the garb you wear was made
for stares.
2014