I wear your brands, but I am not proud of that. As a matter of fact I feel beaten down, owned by “the man”, you. I work for your every whim, worried that if I don’t represent you well that I will be whipped into shape. These brands mark me in other’s eyes. I am singled out in a crowd. Everyone immediately knows what kind of person I am, all because of these brands that I wear. Are you proud of what have created? I am a human billboard; my flesh scared with your ownership, a free man no more.