Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

As a child I believed I had an understanding,
As to who 'them' and 'they' were.
To me it was then obvious,
Who would be suppressors of my attempted success.
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When an environment of people,
Are taught and conditioned...
To accept ignorance and disrespect themselves,
With a freedom to do this and integrity they lack.
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I offend you?
Good.
But, please...
Do not attribute my giving,
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Divisions and indecisions,
Blatant and admitted.
Does not heal with a mending wished,
By those who claim they represent...
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You may assume it from assumptions fed.
And innuendos whispered,
By those who wish them to spread.
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Had you ever felt offended,
By receiving an invitation from an enterprise...
Who initially did not seek your presence inside.
Where others who patronize were welcomed to sit.
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At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
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There are so many people out of touch,
With life, themselves, others and their surroundings...
That the word 'Reality' could be painted ten feet tall,
On the side of a jumbo jet...
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We should all feel blessed,
To know there are those amongst us...
Who know exactly the way,
We should all live our lives...
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If I express with a courtesy and respect I give,
Naturally.
I overhear whispers spoken
Of how phony I am.
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