Go out in the sun
Wear your grays and curly
Wear that old lady dress
Mom jeans hairs a mess
Fuck the rest
Life in lofi songs in high gloss
Undoing the retribution
Of a dead nation
Under god
Let go of fear
These last few days
Suffocated by my own brainwash
Discipline
This last month
This last year
This fucking life
Let me go
Let me breathe
If I don't
I'm going to die
If I don't
I'm going to die
If I fucking don't
im going to slit my throat
I'm gonna take that bath
That coconut soak
And drench my hair in oil
Because I don't give a fuck anymore
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
