Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Although my light has shown,
And continues to clear my path.
There are those who stand by watching,
Without a firm grasp on a task...
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Hurdles have been jumped.
Races have been won.
Knees have been scraped...
And lost dignity overcomed!
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Long frosting,
These cold shoulders.
Once a place chips came and sat,
Now bear solid cubes of ice.
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I'm not trying to be Maya,
Or better her best being Miss Angelou.
Or digest Langston's treasures...
To outdo the views of Mister Hughes.
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Within us,
Are the souls.

Within us...
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This space I wanted,
Seems too large and empty
Without you.
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Honey squeezed
From a life sweetened.
Sour images begin to slowly display,
Through sugar coated promises.
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I am not the reason why...
You have no time to do what you do.

You speak as if
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Birds fly against a blue clear sky
Air fresh and clean...
Fresh of pollutants.
Faces of people appearing full of light.
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In deep shit!
And denying the depth
Or which asses created it,
Does not alter the smell!
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