Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

If looks and appearance,
Were an indicator that ensured one's wisdom...
There would be very few,
Suited and tied with careful images...
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Countless nights I use to lay in fear,
Sleepless and wondering how safe...
My personal security I held dear,
Was being jeopardized by those I could not see.
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If success and the encouragement of it received,
Had always been the objective to reflect greatness...
The presence of failure would not have been introduced,
To produce mediocrity to use as an accomplished goal.
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With a giving to me,
Of your fixed and focused eye contact...
Do you remember when you saw in my eyes,
Sincerity, warmth and empathy?
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Again I am given,
Another day to age and witness.
Another day to know I am blessed and protected,
With a faith that God accepts.
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Everyday it may be easy for you,
To use your inheritance...
As a vehicle to compare,
How you were able to pull your bootstraps up...
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Those able and capable of making decisions,
Are already prepared to be blamed for them.
Since those who take positions,
To find hiding places as is their custom...
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I learned very early in my life,
To be suspicious of anyone offering sweets.
And to examine them closely.
Especially their sleeves.
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It's got to stop!
All the hatred dropped.
To start,
A motion...
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Superficiality sustained to maintain,
As a priority to gain acceptance...
Is today as stale as a piece of molded toast.
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