Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

We may have our differences.
In appearance and opinions made.
Few are born,
To pick from a selection...
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Running away.
Sweating.
Gasping for breath.
And terrified.
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This is such a diverse,
And talented gathering.
With people enjoying,
The acceptance to be themselves.
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Stubbornly denying,
They are dieing.
And killing themselves.
Doing it with shovels to them given.
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Again we do a wrong not right.
To please and satisfy,
A short lived appetite.
Again.
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Social media droolers.
Limited with demented minds.
Hoping their waste of time,
Leaves a significance to undermine...
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Low life livers,
Seldom are dared...
To make announcements,
As to who they are.
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Call me.
Whatever that it is you want.
Call me.
Whatever that it is.
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A child stripped away,
From birth and a childhood...
To obey,
The teaching to fraud.
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A fight to win and keep,
One's integrity.
Dignity.
And identity intact.
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