This poem is about the horrors present in the Kpop industry, primarily the binding contracts that idols have (which can prevent them from seeing certain people or even eating certain things), surgeries that are forced on idols to make them fit unnatural beauty standards, eating disorders, and rampant physical, sexual, financial, and mental abuse. I wanted to bring light to the disgusting systematic exploitation of young people of color that often goes overlooked by media. The title has a double meaning: "duress" is defined as coercion via threats, violence, or constraints and broken/"imperfect" English is often infantilized by the Kpop fandom; from another perspective, "duress" may seem like a corruption of "dress", symbolizing the insidiousness of the industry and how it's typically glossed over.