Raised To Express Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So innocent then,
Were my public aggressions!
My willingness to connect,
All aspects of my identity...
With an outspokenness,
Is not new to me.

Raised to express!
And not to regress...
In needless nonstop guessing.

To do my best,
Is...
Something done I should do first for me.

Raised to express!
And not to regress...
In needless nonstop guessing.
And,
To do my best
Is...
Something done I should do first for me.
Since no one better knows my destiny!

So innocent then,
Were my public aggressions!
My willingness to connect,
All aspects of my identity...
With an outspokenness,
Is not new to me.

Raised to express!
And not to regress...
In needless nonstop guessing.
And,
To do my best
Is...
Something done I should do first for me.

And,
To do my best
Is...
Something done I should do first for me.

Every aspect of my life delights,
Since no one better knows my destiny!

Raised to express!
With no need for nonstop guessing.
Or regress to foolishness.
Since,
No one better knows my destiny!