Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Whack, whack, whack...
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.
Whack, whack, whack...
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Your troubles?
You fed upon them to addict.
Aches and pains you carry to bear?
Your stubbornness ensured,
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People run,
Shedding from a fun...
They once had,
Under bright clear Sun.
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Many have surpassed,
Those levels of thought...
They had in the past,
With others shared...
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When you say it is best,
Not to protest annoyance.
And it is better to accept it,
Than make attempts...
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Although my journey...
Has seemed sometimes long,
With a prolonging of obstacles to face...
I have managed to slowly erase them with faith.
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When it clearly appears those in denial,
Only choose to hear and see...
What it is they wish and want to believe,
The ones who are wasting their time...
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There are those who are extremely happy,
And proud to see those of color suffering.
This allows them to validate their wicked ways,
With a feeling better of themselves discreetly.
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By the time most have decided,
To appreciate what to them comes...
Without strings attached,
It has already been enjoyed by someone,
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I see you have added a new submission.

'Yes I did.
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