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