75PoWriMo - XV

to the cheap looking girl in the cheap looking clothes



when i think of the far-eastern factory worker
     hunched over a needle,
          calloused fingers flying
when i think of the thousands of miles travelled
     by laden container ships
          over ocean expanses
when i think of the false-smiled shop staff
     whose rights are casually eroded
          whilst their souls are gently crushed
when i think of all the effort
     the world has gone to
          in order for you
               to look
                    that
                         bad
i want to hold you up
     and scream into the ears
          of the public consciousness
was it worth it?
was it worth it?
was it really worth it?
really?