The other day I had a pair of damage returns

One looked like they’d wrecked it themselves and wanted a new one

One had a tiny hole in the front

My manager showed me how to remove them from inventory

And then said “you might not like this” and ripped the clothes to shreds

He was right

I didn’t like this

My thoughts went to the label

Made in Bangladesh

And how the probably young person that made it could probably have used a shirt

Perhaps the sweater

Then to the cold on my own streets

That probably wouldn’t have cared the label was ripped out

And what do I do?

I can’t do that

But my manager said they caught someone donating damaged items and they got fired

But I cannot destroy a perfectly good piece of clothing

It’s practically against my religion

Destroying something someone else could have used

And that’s capitalism

The Big Man will sell his items for 97¢ final sale

As long as he gets a dollar

But would rather destroy the imperfect items than give to those who need it

I’ve probably broken some confidentiality agreement

But how do you stay silent about this?

I was almost sick

This world is so wrong

Someone needed those things

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