You be too young
Too caught in your own depths
Of this lifestyle straddling
ambition and grace
People of status of names
and face
You be too young
Tangled in your angsts web
Frozen in your paralysis
I got sucked right in
Don't be fooled she said
Don't be fooled they said
Don't expect special sales for
Your precious soul
Or is it your sole
I was tangled for days
Up in this weave
Of web I imagined
Where my head had a hole
YOU ARE READING
For When The Revolution Comes
PoetryMou Ghose returns with poetry of oppression, loss, and despair which often end with the silver lining of hope - because the revolution is coming. Copyright Moushumi Ghose, Los Angeles, 2016 - 2018
