Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

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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I already know the deal AND routine.
So there is nothing...
Nothing at all,
You have to prove to me!
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It's demonical.
It's demonical.

Slow breaths heard and creaking on the steps.
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As vibrant, vivid...
And as tremendous as they appear.
Your strut that is peacocked...
Seem to be with measured feathers,
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I love a good fight!
Especially if the opponent has agreed,
To challenge me blindfolded.
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