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