Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It's all relative and irrelevant.
An acquired taste one prefers.
If something is disliked,
It will not be bought.
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Skip through blooming lillies of the field,
If that is what you have chosen to do.
Instead of pecans use cashews,
To put a crunch in your breakfast meal.
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Don't you dislike those implications?
I know I use to.
Especially the ones made,
By those who owe their lives to you.
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Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
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You think it is fun,
Being wicked and promiscuous.
You think it is fun,
Caring less about the one you're with.
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Do you care?
Are you in doubt?
Or do you believe I am?
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I've been Black for a while now.
So I am accustomed,
To having my intelligence questioned.
Even by those who have not proven,
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You're stuck in thickened muck,
And you want to give up.
The muck you're stuck in...
Isn't budging.
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'Because' is not a reason to give,
To remain the same.
With nothing held in the brain changed.
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To be referred to as smart and intelligent,
In an environment of other minds...
Noticebly unconscious or sold on ignorance.
Or aware but believe intelligence is rare...
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