Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It's time to move.
And get over.
All that nonsense propaganda has to go.
It is time to move.
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Thick and sticky.
Is the stepping on gum.
Thick and sticky.
Are the honey cones dumped.
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Light to get it bright to like.
Is appreciated more.
After one has explored,
A darkness to ignore.
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When did racism not exist.
Even those blind,
Can detect the effects of it.
It is woven into the fabric,
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Rising from gutters.
With a doing supported,
By others to have devious druthers.
To sleaze and from the top.
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Humiliation and the performance of it,
Is an intention meant to be understood.
Only those pretentious,
Offended to then defend against it...
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Is the reaching for it too distant.
And seems unrealistic.
Or is the appearance of it too close.
Making it too easy to accept.
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Even storms to begin,
Come to an end.
But there is something about complaints,
More have come to find habitual.
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What had been to another,
Felt to regret or lie to deny.
A heart left to break to mend again,
Will always feel deserving of love.
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Seldom is criticism begged to get or requested.
Yet...
There are those from cracks and crevices who creep.
Choosing to pick someone to ridicule.
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