Slave Trade

‘I’m worth it!’ is familiar to UK television viewers
as an advertising slogan for a certain
beauty product.

O sisters! nourish your skin,
submit to the knife,
stem the onslaught of years.
Stay desirable.
Because you’re worth it!

You who have slaved
in the market place, forged
a way to the ceiling.
Shatter the glass!
For you’re worth it.

Take pleasure in savouring
the fruit of your striving
from bonds which enslaved you.
Now, give or withhold
the favours, which once
were exacted by right.
For you’re worth it!
O sisters! take heed
to the anguish, the weeping,
the tears of your sisters
far East, who are sold
in the market, for one thing
they’re worth for.

‘Virgo intacta? We have one. Or
for less price, a bargain
recycled one here,
with hymen repaired,
will afford you some pleasure.
The price you’ll find worth it!’

O sisters! Take heed
in the west, as you idle
by shores of indulgence.
The strife’s not yet ended
till all are unfettered.
Your sisters are worth it!

Take heed to the tear-swell,
quaking sea bed, the dread
surge of water, foretelling
tsunami-like justice.
Restitution.
Your sisters are worth it!