The Truth

Annabelle

My mom says people don’t always want

to know the truth.

She says if everyone knew the truth

about everything

In the world, no one would ever

get out of bed.

But what if knowing just a piece

of the truth

Changes one little thing that a person

does or thinks?

Like the challenge Mr. Dawe

just gave me

For our Hallowe’en info-booth

in the lobby.

This is one piece I’ve discovered

so far:

Factories in Bangladesh

are full of kids whose fingers

bleed. They sleep

on planks in dorms,

their stomachs rumbling.

Their schooling has ended,

the whole balloon

of their childhood pierced

and emptied in a flash

by a sewing machine needle

so that people like Stacey

can buy skinny jeans

that cling to their bony hips.