Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I came to provide you,
A safe haven to share.
But you didn't see it.
Your ego sought attention,
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Children,
Reflect those ideals projected.
With a caring less,
Of how their wants and needs are met.
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Having an identity and keeping it real,
Is always interpreted as a false representation.
Amongst those who have never chosen,
To be themselves...
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Too late it is,
To reverse their biased decisions made...
Against the one,
Who came to save them from disaster.
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Many today are discovering,
The ease their introduction to poverty has become.
Some of us already experienced with its effects,
Thought of poverty as a prerequisite to upper mobility.
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As a weaving of a web in secret done,
Forces those from their hidden corners...
Out in the open.
And seen to be in the middle of it.
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No disrespect intended.
However,
I am sure this will be interpreted that way.
And reality offends.
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The meaning of each season,
Soon gives up its influence.
To drift away,
Once its value has been absorbed.
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The ability to multi-task,
Dance fast and adorn many hats.
Use to be considered foolish,
By those who chose to 'specialize'.
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There is a big difference between,
Seeing a thing for what it is...
To comprehend its meaning and existence.
Than it is,
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