Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

No one is sure,
Who qualifies for what.
OR who has true expertise,
Since nepotism has been the way...
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Dangerous are the ones,
Uncomfortable in their own skins.
Easily influenced and absent of identity.
Personally untrustworthy.
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Many movements ago...
When the land seemed active,
With reactive participation.
Weed puffed and flowers worn in the hair,
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Doing what we please.
With the selling of our embellishments.
Has come under much scrutiny.
And a call to be precise...
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Some folks are just not cut out...
To do what they perceive,
To be as easy as they believe.
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Please.
There is no need for you to poster,
With a generous showing at my parade.
Or try to steal my thunder,
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How can you say you hate me with a passion,
And then become compassionately submissive...
With a hunger for me to feed.
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There is a joy in me I know is seen.
'Cause I'm not uptight.
Looking for a fight,
No!
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Soon there will be love...
When it comes.
And this will affect everyone,
Under the Sun.
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Those with insecurities,
Longer have to admit them.
Their nightmares are making visits,
On every dream there is.
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