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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I Fall Short I fall shy of just enough Words escaped my breath Eager to talk My tongue utters As a mute Finding his voice My mind races with mighty a speed My fragility becomes apparent A spectacle amongst Figures who whisper and stare Removing all doubt that it’s but my little secret Delicate I shed my petals Wilted ,my color fades and My feet wander As the curiosity of a child Silky ribbon in my hair Glitter and sparkle on my face A kite flying over mountain tops A storm of great magnitude Overcame me with pride A strong electrical shock No sleeping at night Energized by talent of no abound It’s in the numbers Reading into things Looking for the signs Writing history as it happens Not scared of night For God’s by my side I am his daughter, Jesus Christ I said to the devil at the ward He said blood clot What neared my grandma’s demise God give me the strength to defeat the devil I said at the top of my breath Drawing closer to him To no avail Can I have you he said days later An alcoholic he admitted A clothing line with guns on shirts Maybe fifty or forty-nine With Kung fu or karate skills by his side Water purified my elevated heart Crossing the bridge Sunken into The shadows The flame goes out Held hostage in my own mind Broken down into pieces Which I can carry not Shelled and skinned The devil’s in my pocket And claims to be my spirit guide No windows No doors Could I escape that high Marckincia Jean Narrative 05/11/20
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