Made In China
Skin.
A revealed essence made almost transparent.
Fabricated, duplicated, and processed
By children hung in uniformed rags.
Skin.
Factory stitched and wafer- thin.
Mangled patchwork bares cheap prostitution.
Exported, imported and yields a profit.
Skin.
Withered from sweat, polluted with death,
The hours are long and the innocence is gone.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Skin.
(Made In China)
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