Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

So sad the world...
So cruel the fate that comes to creep
Upon those awaiting signals to advance
Abrupt revengeful rituals!
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Access to a treasure chest!
Quality shown but goes unknown...
To the one fed sweetened snacks
By another prone,
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Sometimes in the back winds that blow...
I can hear my ancestors voices.
I sense their struggles and pain to maintain.
I see those same strains on faces of my color!
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Barriers aren't meant to stop us!
Those that come stocked,
With mental blocks dropped...
To inconvenience.
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Touch me!
Now close your eyes.
Touch me again.
'I can't!
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Left and lost...
Without love felt
To share on shitty city streets.
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I am so glad You let me earn You.
So glad Your love for me...
I have not taken for granted.
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We bring to each other what we have,
At that moment.
And each moment that we bring,
May not come from places familiar.
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Dreary drizzling nights.
Fall to mist on my parade.
There's nothing I can fight.
Or no one who comes,
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A writer.
I am glad that I am that.
So glad I am that way!
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