"bad lil thing yea true religion jeans super clean yea what's good with you me yea?" symere sang lowly as he did his work.
It was a Tuesday and things were surprisingly going fast. He swung his feet as he looked around the class room. Most of the students were on their phones, completely dismissing their work.
symere shook his head and doodled in his notebook. He was bored and he was feeling whiny. He wanted jordan, just thinking about him made symere pout. He missed him and it truly showed. Pulling out his phone he texted Jordan.
𝑺𝒚𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚🥴🖤
𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑦?
𝑤𝑦𝑑 𝑖𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑?
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𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚🥺🤍
𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑗𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟
𝑡ℎ𝑖 𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑜?
𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑?
𝑺𝒚𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚🥴🖤
𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑘 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑦.
𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒?
𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑝|
𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑒|
𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘|
𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚🥺🤍
𝑖𝑚𝑦2 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑦.
𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 15 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠.
𝑺𝒚𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚🥴🖤
𝑚𝑘 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑛 .
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The bell was getting ready to ring so symere gathered his stuff and turned his work in and stood by the door with the other students. The bell rung and students rushed out of classrooms and began to crowd the hallways.
symere held his notebook closer to his chest and made his way to his locker and unlocked it and placed his notebook and suddenly the felt someone grab his hips from behind. He turned around and was met with a smiling jordan.
"hey mere" symere smiled and waved and hugged him.
"hello" he said softly. He was happy to finally be next to jordan. They pulled away and their lips softly met. They kissed for about 2 minutes then pulled away.
symere smiled up at jordan showing his braces. Jordan bit his lip and poked symeres cheek. Symere shut his locker and walked to lunch with Jordan.
They sat at the table with their friends and symere seen jahseh with his reading glasses on and a book in front of him while biting his lip. He was always writing stuff down on flash cards.
Symere tapped him and jahseh looked up.
"what you doing bubs?" he asked.
"I'm writing this speech for my debate club we're talking about racism and shit so I wanted to write a few things and present it". Jahseh said. Jahseh always has a way to speak to people whether it be the poems he wrote or the advice he gave.
Jahseh has a gift, the gift of speaking. When Jahseh speaks he captures the attention of everyone around him. When he speaks to people they feel it. Jahseh never frets because he knows that in the end he'll get his message across.
"let's hear it" tyler said looking up from eating his sandwich, Rakim smiling at him.
"ok" Jahseh breathed in and out and stokeley squeezed his hand.
you'll do great babe.
as long as I got you I'll be straight.
"equity and equality : the end result we all -the ones that don't want to live in misery that is- desire. and naturally we all black and white are schadenfreude or malicious. here are a few examples.
Emmet Till, august 28th 1955, Mississippi -pulled out of his house in the middle of the night, in front of his mother who had to watch her son be taken from her on the sidelines, for little to no reason at all worth murdering a fourteen year old boy.
Castrated, mutilated, but also documented for the years to see. Kori ali Muhammad, black on white, philando castile white on black, now these things never come to or remotely remain in the public eye.
And the youth is never inspired to take a stand to make a difference. So I will speak for them the youth that is, the ones filled with innocence, the ones inspired by the things around them, to matter" Jahseh spoke and everyone got quiet. the tables around theirs also got quiet. When he spoke his voice was loud but low, soft but firm.
symere and everyone's eyes were wide. he said some real shit then pulled the facts out.
Stokeley smiles wide and kisses his cheeks.
"I didn't know you finished it" jahseh smiled.
"Oh my god jah that was fucking tight" tyler said and everyone nodded still a little frozen by his powerful voice. It made them think. It made them think shit they never even thought about.
Slowly everything became buzzed again and they were laughing and talking having a great time.
