Becoming 1
Becoming 1
I’ve seen stranger things
Spoiled tongue
Rosy words
Puzzle pieces
Riddles and books to be published
And a wedding televised every place
A beautiful pink dress unlike the rest
Kassadine Corporation
A cologne pina colada and almond
A white man on his throne
Sure to sell than a black one
Surrounded by a pack of black wolves
On a purple, swede box
The top seal is a golden crown
Sell it for less to the poor
If they don’t believe it’s the same product, they’ll buy the more expensive one at Macy’s or where the big shots gets theirs from
I know how to make money
Can sell homes
Be a speaker
I might even be a trilinear
I’ve got seven kids by five baby mamas
I’m a jealous man
But I will have a lot of woman around me at events
You’re not the jealous type , right
I want to learn German
I might live to see 100
Want to leave a legacy
And build generational wealth
Kassadine’s Secret is sure to compete with Victoria’s
The fallen angel
Has bestowed upon me
But in the name of Jesus
I am set free
Music he plays
He’s never too busy
To lend my ear to his venting
For his perfect little girlfriend
His angel in person
Who happens to be Haitian and him an African American
Are black royalty
And will uplift the race and community and give ex felons a chance at mobility
I’m all thugged out,
Ah ah boom
The floor collects dust and dirt
Blood on your hands
Drip and leave a trail of your imprints
Murder you have committed in secret
A liar to the fullest extent of the word
Master manipulator
When death knocks at your door
All hell will give you a standing novation
And devour you like a savage thing
At 25 , I gave 21 to 52
Magnates will dig at your pocket
And eat up your tongue and swallow your words
For your own wellbeing
You waste basket
I stand in the background
Frozen in place
Boxed in wishing I didn’t exist
To see the depth manipulation can take
Your instrument your words
A series of images you plant in my mind
Leaving me convinced it shall be mine
Pig feces sprayed with rosy fumes
with your name taped to it
I never got to see “ the Corporations” paperwork ,
Allan psychopathic Hamm
A maggot eating at my innocence
Heart open oozing blood
Begging for God’s mercy and trust
It’s not a crime , you gave it to him
You didn’t have to fight
Or run like you’re mad
Trust, loyalty and honesty
No hand to throat
No he told me he needed it
Marckincia Jean
05/25/20
Narrative
Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2020
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