A Wake Up Call Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Don't come to my doorstep,
With beliefs you can deliver disrespect.
Or come in my home to inspect,
To leave your immaturity.
As I attempt to do my best to show you,
Both patience and hospitality.

You may think of my home,
As a dungeon with things in disarray.
But it is 'my' castle and sanctuary.
And peace and serenity in it will stay.
If I don't break that rule neither will you.
Cussing with a comfort in my home 'aint' cool.

Perhaps you are unaware,
How I earned my peace of mind.
Or the time it took for me to find it.
But that should not give you an excuse,
To prove you are still associated with ignorance.
Or that my tolerance is low,
For those who show they have no common sense.

Don't come to my doorstep,
With beliefs you can deliver disrespect.
Or come in my home to inspect,
To leave your immaturity.
As I attempt to do my best to show you,
Both patience and hospitality.

To be left with another's identified thoughtlessness,
With a belief it can be dropped at my doorstep...
Changes my entire perspective.
Especially in these times when minds are blinded.
And confined to self importance with an ease to disconnect.
The only thing I can guarantee to anyone is a wake up call.