Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

From my hands I hold onto such a gratefulness.
I am blessed to have a mind to define my success,
In terms I can only confess...
As accepting my life as a gift.
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I was once invited to participate,
In a seminar.
To discuss the effects of racism,
Conducted many miles away in an isolated
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There are those who have chosen,
To go out of their way...
With a doing kept believed,
To pick on someone else they perceive...
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What's meant to be kept private.
And left within walls thought protected,
By closed and locked doors...
Seems to often find its way to be whispered,
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You can if it is wished,
Make attempts to touch this.
But through the wilderness,
And with kept faith...
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If nothing has been ever done,
By someone who has stated...
A life they live has never been fun!
Well...
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Limits have been reached.
Keeping secrets is so passé.
White lies are just lies.
Whether they are wrong or right,
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Ignoring rumors heard,
Purposely to disturb relationships.
Done by those sitting on fences,
Loving to enjoy...
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It takes...
More than gifts of talents.
It takes...
Getting up from a sitting down,
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A rushing done to be accountable today...
Leaves 'what' to be influenced?
An attention to get?
Or is it a wish to be thought of as responsible?
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