Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

I am guilty.
With a hope my admission of this,
Leaves me sentenced,
To my admitted commitment...
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What would leave,
'Anyone' suspecting.
Or left to suggest,
Their opinions shared with others...
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It's...
Never ever going to get fixed.
This mad addicted love we have...
For more division, hatred.
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'I can't stay here.
I realize my life,
Should be a priority to take...
Much more seriously.'
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Too much emphasis has been placed,
On Blackness and this effect...
It has to have left,
The rightness of Whites...
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I would or could not,
Place a bet against anyone...
Who 'appears' to be less impressive.
Or...
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What has become,
More apparent and obvious...
Is the number of people,
Losing a fight against...
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Every now and then,
I have to stop to convince myself...
A magician I am not.
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Wounded are those left scarred,
Again.
Reminded of a pain that remains,
Unhealed or given a chance of it.
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Exploited.
Hunted and sought,
As if items reduced purposely...
To seduce a selling,
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