Owe Not A Woe Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What I owe to myself,
Is a forgiveness.
To allow and permit,
Someone's B.S.
My attention to give it.
And for whatever the reason,
They can not let their woes go.
I should know my nose,
Has no place up in their business.

And what I owe to myself,
Is to feel the best I can.
During these times many stop to find,
It to be their purpose and duty...
To spread their misery around.
As if enough of it can not be found,
From the top of the ladder.
Observing those sliding down.

Their intended conflicts,
To begin division.
With racism to start.
Leaving them with broken hearts.
And illnesses of all kinds.
Following the ones,
Who used them as tools...
Undermining their own quality of life.
Then to make them fools too!
Will not be my woes to be exposed.
When the proof of evidence and truth shows,
The leaders they picked...
To believe them to be,
Honorable and righteous.
Law abiding with solutions to fix,
All their problems to witness it.

Well...
Not a law have they followed to obey.
Corruption they have introduced.
In the most criminal of ways.
Heated crime infested streets,
From their elected offices...
They alone allowed to increase.
Done to make allegations,
Sold to have believed...
Those who are Black, Brown.
And with Asian backgrounds.
Are the ones who have come to threaten,
Their entitlements and freedoms...
To remain unconscious, ignorant and tricked.
By those who have proven,
Themselves not only incompetent.
But also...
Lieing accusation making thieving politicians.

And those picked and selected to blame,
Have always been the ones...
Historically with colored skin.
Picked to identify them,
Not as victims.
But as enemies to a way of life.
Ironically being destroyed,
By the ones lacking 'enlightenment'.

"I thought you were going to say,
By the 'Whites'."

Why?
Because...
I've been disparaged, disenfranchised.
Black and historically oppressed?
What reason would I have,
To say something inappropriate like that?

"Oh!
So...
What were you going to say? "

What I said.
Now...
Do I look like somebody,
Who owns or owe a woe..
That can't let go of it?
Because I'm black?
That's more on your mind than on mine.
I owe not a woe to address or express it!