Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Bloated with promoted poses,
Upheld and exposed.
And...
Picked to be the ones depicted,
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A shawl and bonnet she wore
From an era gone.
On a dusty road...
She walked bare foot,
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The demons are up before dawn.
Exercising their right,
To throw havoc on your path.
They are up before you yawn...
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It's just a bunch of unconfessed mess,
Allowed to simmer until it boils over...
From a pot neglected set high to heat,
By those who felt it could be ignored...
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If I knew in my heart,
I was right.
I would not fight...
I'd walk away.
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Freedom,
Should be accepted as a given.
Freedom,
Shouldn't be a thing done to bid.
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With a walk of pride,
And heads held high.
Displaying a confidence seen and undenied.
Some come to think of this still as arrogance.
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It is in the culture.
Fed to accept,
Deception.
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Does it seem as obvious as it is,
That the ones unafraid to take risks...
Have faced challenges and experiences,
To mature from them and benefit.
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It no longer matters,
As to which rules are chosen to change.
Or who believes a doing will benefit,
Those biased causes that have faded away.
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