Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I use to sit and wish for my innocence back.
But after being raped of escapades by the facts of life,
I could no longer hang onto fading daydreams.
Or my lingering memories of doing that to escape.
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Be here and with me.
Let's know are feelings are not,
Hop in and get it.
Hit it and quit.
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Am I narcissistic?
No, of course not.
Even though,
I have heard that said about me before.
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What are the creators of conflict,
Wars, deceit and division...
Eventually winning?
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It is difficult to escape the power held,
By those acknowledging a knowledge.
Once it is there and gets one wide awake...
All exits to get away from it,
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Why are you doing that?

'In the celebration of Black History Month.
This is the only time of the year,
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Once done...
And in retrospect,
As one reflects!
Being ostracized,
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You want to come on the ranch,
And do a bit of hi-dee-hey.
You come expecting everyone to do,
What it is you say, yo!
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Cherished are my memories.
Especially the ones that were meant,
For me to sit and listen...
As my ego was stripped to bits,
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Thank you class.
I am glad all of us here,
Have agreed to take pictures of ourselves,
As an assigment.
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