Dresses And Reality
'Cute little dresses
with cute little prices.'
Do you know how sick you sound?
There are people on the street,
they barely have enough to eat.
Do you know how sick you sound?
'Let's go buy a dress
so that you can impress.'
Do you know how sick you sound?
There are people dying,
and we're not even trying.
Do you know how sick you sound?
'I know', you say,
as you turn and walk away.
poem by Liz Amos
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