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Proud Mica

Proud  Mica


I mustn’t go inside
For I will die
Though forbidden
I dig for mica,
A shimmery crystalline rock 
Resembling thin mirror glass 

I bare scars 
From scraping the ceiling inside 
A hollow, black hole 
That’ll surely collapse 
 
I labor for but a few cents 
But I mustn’t cry
For I’ve survived 

Though thick air 
And dust fill up my lungs
And I’ve got a cough

I carry on 
With light humor 
And a silent prayer

I stay pretty 
With dirt beneath my nails 
And scabs beneath my feet

I walk on pretty 
Glistening dirt
Leading to my secret hiding place
To make you pretty 

My work stops 
when the rain drops

The mines ain’t mine
Even at four or five 
Nor are my fantasies

I’m part of the machine 
First to touch the jewel
Yet last to eat

Flashlights lead the way
Until it burns out 
And leave me in a maze

I eat dirt 
But I ain’t  dirty 

I dream of pretty
Tassels and tea parties 




Marckincia Jean
Narrative 
06/09/19

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