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Jameel Seymour Poem
Stolen moments of forbidden climactic, sensational, even sensual conversations...
Curiosity explored and passionate invitations...
Imaginations... Expectations of relations underlined...
Friction, convictions, premonitions of the bottom line!
An ending to be continued... with a venue to be determined, Fantasies to be fulfilled...a climax to a constant yearning.
Words spoken of thought provoking interludes... A friendship defined by depth as well as altitude.
A soft place to land, yet a hard pill to swallow...
Realities and truths and morals to follow... SMH...
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Jameel Seymour Poem
She Woke up Pregnant
She started out like any other weekday on her way to school,
Excited about the award she won for her poem titled "Nobodies fool".
Now her poem was about her struggles from the environment she was in,
There was no way she'd be stereotyped, and no way she would amount to nothing.
This strong black queen at the age of fourteen refused to become a statistic,
Though her world was full of pain and strife, she couldn't help to feel afflicted.
But she rose every morning, looked herself in the mirror, and promised to endure,
She'd brush her teeth, check her homework, eat breakfast, and walk out the door.
On this particular day to school, she decided to take a detour,
Thru the alley, under the bridge, a path she'd never taken before.
She hurried thru the route she took, for it was unfamiliar,
Oblivious to the hooded man in the mask that was out to get her.
He came up from behind and placed his arm around her neck,
He told not to scream for that'll be something she'd regret.
He dragged her to the roof that's where he tied her to the fence,
Ripped off her clothes, put his hand on her mouth, and stole her innocence.
Thru it all she reflected on her poem "nobodies fool",
How could she have gotten here, she felt somewhat responsible.
Now I'm the fool she thought to herself for getting in this position,
Why did I choose this path to school, why couldn't I've chosen different.
Now here I lie on this cold wet roof not knowing if I'll survive,
I hope that when he's finished he'll decide to spare my life.
"Are you ok", Are you ok, was the next thing that she heard,
It was six months later when she opened her eyes, looking up at the nurses and doctors.
You're a very lucky young lady is what the doctor told her next,
You were smashed in the head with a brick, and stabbed 3 times in your chest.
It was touch and go on the operating table, but there's one thing that's significant,
We were able to save you and your fetus we saved to, you are now at six months pregnant.
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Jameel Seymour Poem
"It's not the places, lookin' for LOVE in all the wrong people. My only problem is finding a man of my equal. I don't need a relationship with a bad sequel!
I won't repeat bad habits, so I stay SINGLE! I may mingle a little from time to time. There's gotta be ONE to stimulate my mind. He's so hard to find, maybe if I was blind. I would see that all men are One of a kind." ?
Taking a quote from prince to say that " if God struck me blind, your beauty I'd still see" so if u were just as blind to see that I'm that one of a kind, then u would know that I'm not a sequel, but the best part of ur love life's trilogy!
That mind stimulation u seek is my mind blowing orgasm (so to speak), so if your looking for that mental, sensational, conversation, then as opposed to your bed sheets??? I wanna be drenched in the climactic, passionate imaginations in which your mind speaks!
Beautiful lady... you enjoy being single, I enjoy your SWAG while you mingle... just wanted u to know that somewhere out there is definitely your equal :)
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Jameel Seymour Poem
Just as Time will allow seasons to pass, a pearl to last in an oysters grasp... a fetus to grow in a mothers womb, a boy to a man, the healing of wounds... sun up to sun down, Time allows... and as life goes on, reasons to look to the sky and yell I need you now! But if Time will allow this one thing...these memories of mine, to be like the first Time...I looked into the eyes of love, when Time stood still, and all I could do was feel!
Just as Time allowed this precious moment, it also allowed this moment to be frozen...
In Time...
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Jameel Seymour Poem
My dream
I had a dream that bliss didn't exist, and that searching and seeking this would only put my heart at risk...and i thought to myself....this is senseless, to go through life without the ultimate form of happiness? I couldn't fathom this, i felt hopeless, and then an angel walked up to me and asked if she could assist. I said, can you help me find what i so desperately miss? can you you fill my heart with what i believe to be priceless? Follow me she said, please i insist, i'll take you to a place where all things exist... As we got closer to the place my heart was at it's fullest, overwhelmed by the light so beautiful and endless... I dropped to my knees in a moment of weakness, no longer was i afraid, no longer did i feel hopeless... I had questions to ask so i couldn't resist, what ever happened to life with bliss? Can you please just grant me this one wish? I was taken back to a place in the wilderness, upset by the fact that i didn't receive my wishes... why are we here? where is my happiness? how can i find a life with bliss? She smiled at me and said you already have this... then immediately i was awakened by my wife with a kiss.
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Jameel Seymour Poem
Sitting @ th edge of ur casket bed mentally... still as the stone that bares ur name...With a cry as loud as the silence that surrounds me, I purge my soul, my heart, and pain... As the tears flow, and the winds blow, I listen for the voice of familiarity... I need answers, I have questions, I need you to hold on to...Trying to find peace and clarity. I kiss the rock that tells ur story, leaving a single rose... Blessed be... this memory, of u In the days of old.
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