Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
In A Nod From A Bore
With an altering of my given nature,
To display a faked tolerance and patience.
As I appease anyone becoming uneasy,
Of a pride I may stride in comforting dignity.
I something my ancestors may have done,
To show themselves capable of enduring disrespect.
But not 'this' one!
My heritage and ethnic traces,
Can not be erased off my face 'if' I chose.
And with grace I choose to expose my blessing.
With a strutting upright in a pace unmistaken,
That the only time I 'might' bow my head...
May occur in a nod from a bore to be heard then to snore.
I will never excuse to refuse my accepted identity.
I am not chained or shackled to those ideals.
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