Josie
Josie is the saleswoman in the Gap.
Her roots and origin, Asian.
Racks and racks, shelves and shelves
Shirts, and pants, and jackets.
“Hey…” dies in my throat; I can’t talk.
I intend, to speak: “leech, blood.”
“You buy cheap and they reap
The poor-man’s workmanship.”
“Bengalis, Indians and deprived
Are abused, underpaid, in their lives.”
“The brand uses you has a large slogan
On your chest, or belly or your butts.”
Word-bubbles hit the lid in my mind.
I blow like a bomb, and…all dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem