I have lost my son

I have lost my son to fashion.
He has coated his teeth with an iron
sheet that sparkles.
When he walks,
he limbs as if he has bad scars in
one of his ankles.

I have lost my son to fashion.
He has trousers that uncover the
cleavage of his bushy behind when
sagged.
The rings that dangle on the tip of
his tongue resemble those of a
typical international thug.

I have lost my son to fashion
He walks with women who look like
fierce phantoms.
They have bleached faces, blue
lipsticks, black knuckles, and brown wigs.
Besides, they eat like talented
gluttons

I have lost my son to fashion.
When I tell him to get serious with
his life,
He throws my shoes in the pit latrine
and accuses me of killing his
passion.
He says that he wants to be a star....
with a big house and an expensive
car.

What has fashion done to my son?

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