It Just Is

It Just Is:
Of sea and Sky and Paradise


From the corner of my eye
I see through your disguise 
The mascaraed parading around 
A caricature comes to life 
The animated, boastful prince  
After the crown , twelfth in line 
Fueled by jealousy 
Cursed lips, charmed  deceit 

I’ve worked too god damn hard 
What a tragedy 
The seeds of my labor 
Lost to casualty 
Poor judgment and fragility

Tragedy be not proud
I’ve worked too god damn hard
I’ll surely overcome 
I’ve  got much to give 
And for much to live 

Hey you 
Your eyes take on the world 
Fight on 
Strive on 

A waste of space 
A shadow of disgrace 
You’ve got exactly what you deserve 

Too afraid to scream 
And bring attention to your state
You’re something different 
That is your conviction

Oh sweet child 
Speak now 
Reap now 
The seeds of your fortune 
They’re sprouting in the open 
And are due for harvesting 

You lost all of your friends 
Every one of them you imagined 
A mind game of sorts 
Far more than pretend 
And beyond the imagination 

There’s a freedom above you 
Deeper than your despair 
Surrender and glory shall enter



Marckincia Jean 
Free verse
08/21/20
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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