Great Expectations Spoken Word
Jeremy Mathurin
A wise friend once told me, âbe yourself and the rest will come naturallyâ But me, myself and I isnât enough; your actions say emphatically. It seems as though my âparty of threeâ just isnât satisfactory. Youâre yet another girl plagued by men that did her wrong, Youâre like a girl that got kicked aside but still rolled on. But as I stand here in front of you, around 6 feet tall; I promise that Iâll treat you like the princess who you already are Iâd take you anywhere you wanted to go; the city would be ours, and just because itâs Tuesday, maybe Iâd bring you flowers. And youâd never have to worry about wandering eyes, âcause theyâd be fixated constantly, Solely on you and I And I know itâs premature, but Iâd like to picture us together, holding hands while we face this cold world without a coat or sweater And everybody would stop and stare at what we accomplish, Iâm a dreamer What can I say? I think positive. But is it only in this figment deep within my psyche . . . Only in the subconscious world, away from reality . . . Is it possible for you and me to coexist emotionally? I donât understand; sometimes I wish I could talk to you and be more real, but it seems poetry is the only way to express how I really feel. Surrounded by jerks that be pullinâ girls left and right; the size of their little black books just exploding in height. See, for some reason, people in general, but more frequently the female culture, constantly return to an emotional torture, verbal abuse, and their self esteem being lowered Now, Iâm not saying to drop your standards, not even for a second, but But Chris Brown isnât walkinâ through that door, so stop expectinâ
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This dude, in your mind, has everything you dream . . . To jump from your imagination - to this tangible scheme But ultimately, itâs up to you, how I feel makes the situation no different . . . I never thought Cellini Kim, Man in the Moon , oil painting that I deserved you, or even your feelings Physically speaking, your way out of my league; Iâm stuck playing for CRHS, while youâre on A-rodâs team, And when youâre in the room, you just seem to command attention While I gottaâ scream and shout, jumping on a chair, just to ask a question. Compared to your eyes the night sky seems like a couple of flashlights starting to die But I see even past the surface; they say beauty is only skin deep But youâve got something metaphysical that makes you so unique Like . . . It doesnât matter what kind of day Iâve had . . . or if I wannaâ put someone in PAIN . . . I take one look at your stunning face and my fire is doused by rain. So I donât know if itâs dumb luck, lust, love . . . I really donât care what label it receives. All I know is every night I look forward to seeing you floating through my dreams.