Put on your dress
Your tights your skinny jeans
I'm tired of this mess
Play it down go for comfort
Forced patriarchichal stress
Limiting my strength my power
Replaced with a desire to want less
Hold me down fill me with your fears
Always trying to repress
Indoctrinated into a world
of nothingness
That's why you chose this path
You get to impress
Push the fucking envelope
make a statement
In your dress
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
