Brand Recognition (a 100 word story)

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.