Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Too determined to get upset by critique,
During the days where shadows loom...
In places that support the exposure,
Of razor sharpened teeth.
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So many now are attempting to defend themselves,
Out of situations they have created.

So many are in denial their activities,
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If we are not celebrating contributions made,
On a daily basis.
And thanking those who have done them...
To benefit our understanding and way of life.
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We can be the best of friends.
Or the worse of enemies.
I know I'm a moody s.o.b.
And you can be obnoxious,
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You're just like a child.
One who asks questions.
But not patient enough...
To sit and listen to the answers for them.
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So divided and un-united as a people they are.
And so without an identity.
Whatever purpose they had,
Has been deluted into a non-meaning.
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You complain about your life!
And you do it as if it is on canvas.
Every stroke you make,
You wish to acknowledge.
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They would love to keep defended,
Secret wishes...
To hide acts of blatant racistness!
With proclamations that none exists.
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Often folks are depicted,
To be less influencial than they are.
Most times than none,
This is done by relatives and friends of some.
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If I had a choice to be spanked,
Or smothered with love.
I would care less what went on next door.
Or what activity was the more popular!
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