Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

It's falling apart...
Quicker than their suspicions,
Can point fingers.
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You STILL wouldn't 'get it'.
Even IF the directions,
Were drawn using neon crayons
Pointing to the exit...
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'If' said to hear it,
To suggest or recommend.
Has a powerful effect kept,
On one's imagination.
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There are times when minds,
Are kept purposely unconscious...
Or enforced to remain consciously limited,
In many urban environments...
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Racist people,
Are the saddest these days.
Racist people,
And their ways...
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You've got me on a tightrope and trembling too!
This is not...
Romantic understanding.
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What is brought to this table
Is experience.
Don't ask me what I bring!
It is certainly more than 'things'.
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They don't know what they want.
Taking indecisive jaunts...
With new personas changed,
Undaunted with flaunted aims!
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Who do you think you are to,
Demonstrate hate.
And...
Who you think you are to,
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People today...
Are so sincerely insincere.
Full with trite expressions
Delivered from a smile,
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