Marckincia Jean Poet Narrative

I Fall Short

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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