Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

So sad are their beliefs,
When they speak of what is theirs.
And...
After landing on foreign shores,
...

When they discover that their wars,
Bring nothing but dead ends to them...
They may find a life to salvage.
Perhaps one that has not been ravaged...
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Is there a relevance in attempts made...
To restore a past,
When an innocence was more restricting?
And the slow pacing done in those days,
...

It would be wonderful to leave tags and labels,
On everyone.
To ensure that having a satisfaction is done.
And those tags and labels never move in time.
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I'm expected to be in place,
For those that are inconsistent?
And unreliable too?
I don't think so.
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I am not one to seek,
That good negro on the plantation appeal.
I am a field hand and proud of it.
Although I can whip up some biscuits,
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Insisting the children of today,
Have innocent minds that should be protected.
Is likened to insisting,
Pride in oneself and family values...
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In places,
Where most minds of people are stuck.
As if certain parts of their bodies,
Have been encased in braces.
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When an 'I Have Had It' arrives,
With no need of added explanations.
That icing on a cake that has been baking,
Is that final touch needed that ends what had begun.
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Whatever side of 'fluff' you sit,
I was never one to be a part of it.
I've made my visits.
But to identify me with a place,
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