Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

One 'chronologically' aging,
In years that clearly appear.
With a slow pacing done.
And the carrying of aches and pains...
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I can establish and build upon a mess.
To have some express they rest comfortably.
And if nothing better than a mess has been professed.
But in my heart,
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My family and I grew up in Hartford's projects.
Built in the late 40's as an experiment.
Needless to say,
That experiment involved people of color.
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Whatever you see in me believe...
Immah bee,
Immah bee...
Immah bee mee.
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When a valued peace comes...
So difficult it is to explain to someone,
The fading need to converse on the telephone.
The desire of experiencing nature walks alone.
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Pick it up.
Read it.
Put it down.
Leave it.
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Some people like to keep believed,
A forgiving done of others...
Will somehow increase their minds,
With a security that welcomes peace.
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Keep in mind...
When you decide it is time,
To critique my 'disposition'.
None of the scars I have,
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One can love family so much,
That a growth process becomes smothered.
And an adherence to independence,
Becomes a threat no longer welcomed...
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Those who learn and return,
With an outreaching sought to teach...
Those less fortunate.
And this becomes a commitment wished.
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