Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

You don't have to tell me,
The origin of your misconceptions.

I too had been victimized,
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In support of some traditions,
That should remain unchanged.
To smear and diminish them,
Should leave those responsible...
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Is there an awakening stage,
Upon which children undisciplined...
Become responsible driven adults?
And suddenly a laziness condoned,
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Do you see these oars?
I made them to row...
Against waves that may come to rock,
With a wind prepared to slow my determination.
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Being able to fit the shoes I wear,
Is not a question I raise.
It is the whining sounds of pain I hear,
From those who believed...
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It is easy to make fun,
Of the odd one out.
Isn't it?
Especially in an environment,
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By the time it dawns on you,
That something 'is' happening...
It would have taken place and happened.
Like that which has already been done!
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Remember those days, months and years...
When I looked as if I could break down any moment,
In a pool of tears?
I could not sleep or eat?
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What support can be given to a stubbornness.
One that is in direct opposition,
To what is correct.
Many have chosen to sit on the side of regret.
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Look,
It's like this...
I keep in touch with you,
Because I love you.
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