Consumer

I am blinded by light

Flashing, flashing, flashing

The images blur together

Aggressively telling me

Buy MAC

Buy COACH

Call 1-800-GET-THIN

Blinking

Flashing

Blinking

Flashing

I need, I want, I yearn

I possess

I collect

I show off

I want it all

I have it all

And when I cry,

My tears are black.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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