Marckincia Jean Poet Narrative

House Girl

House Girl

Ain’t got no sun 
Ain’t got no room 
Ain’t got no river
Ain’t got no moon

Ain’t got no rhythm
Ain’t got no moves
Ain’t got no heels 
Ain’t got no grove

Ain’t got no mirror
Ain’t got no shoes 
Ain’t got no lipstick
Ain’t got no news

Hot tears run down my face
And fill up my wounds

Slimy snout bubbles come out my nose
But it mustn’t so
For I am to be a rock
And the pencil is my broom

You dig your fingernails into my neck
Imprint your hands on to my face
And ain’t got no shame 
For I am at fault and the one to blame

Ain’t got no freedom
Ain’t got no power
Ain’t got no dreams of tomorrow
Ain’t got no time 
Ain’t got no wine 

Ain’t got no sugar 
Ain’t got no booze  
Coming master 
Coming madame 

Ain’t no ‘matmwaxel’
Simply a  ‘girl ‘
Who can out cook and out clean any wife or daughter
And polish floors and pots and pans brand new

I iron clothes wrinkle free
And am threatened with the same one
I accidentally burned in a hurry 

I want to laugh away my misery
Oh girl, you’re too silly
For I bet on the dollar
And work without tea

Marckincia Jean
Narrative 
05/21/19

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