Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Sitting back chatting,
And rapping about their six packs.
Digging on a boom-boom.
Fixed on a boom-boom...
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Experience is the teacher!
So true.
So true.
And I will never obligate my time,
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It doesn't matter who says it anymore.
Or what intent is meant when mentioned.
The straits have been beyond dire.
With no more campaigns to hire,
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Respect received,
From a people bleeding...
Of self worth and identity.
Has never been a consideration,
...

Although it may seem to be contradictory.
And many may believe they are the center of it.
For some reason that is the way,
Their insignificance has been interpreted.
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No need to pay me to be pleasant.
I am pleasant.
My parents gifted my sisters and I,
With a high degree of integrity.
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Stampeded in a heated field,
And crushed by one's beliefs.
Eventually has shown to those,
A strong faith kept succeeds.
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So many desire a 'was' that had been,
To remain with events remembered.
Without those uncomfortable changes made.
To allow a stagnation...
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If we should never meet...
To greet or see one another eye to eye,
Know this...
We are experiencing to witness,
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On the tip of my tongue,
Sits the words, 'I Love You'.
But...
Somehow,
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