Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

If you choose to save face,
With a haste...
That leaves a pacing done,
In waste.
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Submit what?
My ideas?
To whom and why?
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'What is the matter with you?
Why are you crying? '

The longer I listen to you,
...

I remember the days when ethnic jokes,
Were told to provoke one to respond...
In similar ignorance condoned that went on,
To manifest a racist environments.
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Maybe one day,
It will become the place...
It had potential to be yesterday.
But today?
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There's many still caring,
What they believe and hear.
Who says what about them.
And who to impress and how they live.
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It amazes me,
How a few dollars...
Can change one's perception.
Or a title one is given.
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It's too bad,
People are sad.
And walk around mad...
For someone else to claim it.
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Young!
And full of...
Adventure.
Unafraid to leave,
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You're like a piece of sugar on the vine,
That's been resisted.
And sitting lusciously delicious,
Waiting to get plucked...
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