Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It can become such a foolish waste...
To chase someone who gets things done.
With a hope for a clue,
That will reveal a preview.
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When I turned my back...
That's when I got attention.
They believe the held
Something that attracted.
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I feel blessed.
Yes.
And less stressed with mess.
I feel deep within me a happiness,
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While you took all this time,
To undermind me...
To have me found as subservient?
The system you valued has crumbled!
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I do not have to 'know'
It is not true,
To KNOW
It's not true!
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How can I do it?
Because I know that I can!
I wasn't the one to say I could...
If I wasn't willing to understand.
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It is claimed he is inexperienced.
It is claimed he is too young.
It is claimed he is of mixed heritage.
And his mother is white...
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...this leaf is not of Maple.
Nor is this Pine like the Oak!
Mesquite does not smell like Birch at all!
Why is 'that' grass Bermuda?
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It took quite a while,
Before my space...
Became a peaceful place,
Free and cleansed...
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Stand up straight!
Suck in that gut.
Eyes forward!
And you better not blink,
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