Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Did I mention,
My black eye pea stew to you?
Well...
This is what you do.
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It depends on if you are serious.
I can only show I am...
If you say you are.
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To embrace and know one's identity from birth,
Is not a rare occurrence...
As those on the pursuit to impress others,
Would want many to believe.
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They've selected to bait their own opponents,
In a tired game of 'We'll Watch Them Fight'...
Then defeat them both.
To quicken the expiration their own existence.
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A cat with nine lives,
Isn't sitting wondering...
Where to go and who to visit,
On vacation.
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Remember those days,
When empathy for another...
Was an action not premeditated?
It was understood at one time,
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It is no longer a matter of them telling the truth.
No...It isn't!
And it should be a concern for those who know it,
As it exists in their gut and as it has to them meant,
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Do you know,
What I think I do?
Your messages are sending me a meaning.
I interpret most of them as being mixed.
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I am not going to follow you,
To feel secure...
In anyone's darkened dungeon.
To feel protected from what?
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They are against those who oppose everything.
And those who oppose everything,
Are using their position to ensure there is opposition.
While those caught up in between teams,
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