Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Your dog bit my dachshund,
When my pup took a poop at Ben's.
I was looking into the backyard,
From a window in Ben's kitchen.
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I remember the days when I was a Negro...
Free to go about where Negros go.
There seemed to have been,
A dignity and pride we all showed outside...
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Those who expose and show,
They are not afraid
To use their 'gifts' for the benefit of others...
To share.
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In the shadows they are
Seeking to use a fading power ignored.
They 'assume' they are not seen.
They are...
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A life that blooms
From gloomy outlooks
Devised on despair!
One who adopts to top
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Gone.
Like an alibi,
Sold and purchased.
Lies nurtured.
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Hostile?
No.
I call my performance 'embittered'.
It's easier to leave it on stages where it's shown!
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Her friends convinced her,
She was better off without me...
Because she had degrees!
But I knew she had no common sense.
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You will never be faithful!
How do I know that?
Well...
First of all,
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Annoyance?
Okay.
Agitation?
I wouldn't use that word.
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