Carmen

Carmen

Elated at seventeen
 by such a gift 
That i had just seen
Bizet’s carmen,
 jones in black
Red blouse, split skirt 
A singer gypsy queen,

Whose regal self esteem
 made very clear 
That feelings reign 
And spirits gain
If to ourselves we’re true 

And that
Loves elation
Makes deprivation
Seem an actual gain,

And
Truth must out,
 honor bravely shout,
Fight, to stand alone 
Don’t route,
 strike out

Or
Retreat to fight another day 
As weakness betrays,
Others, please appease
I could not be that brave
I, fear, o’dear.
Hidden all away

For
As ‘’safety” routed my celtic breast
My soft desire at secret rest
I became a slave, afraid 
To raise my head
Except at anger’s behest 
And so i made my way

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