Giving Up On Status Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Giving up on status felt once automatic.
And representing 'bling' people use to own...
With a flaunting about and publicly shown.

The days,
Of impressing others are over.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.

Those days oppressing now more shoulder.
And the ones on bruised knees,
Have no egos to please.
Feeling as they do about necessities.

The days,
Of impressing others are over.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.

Giving up on status felt once automatic.
And representing 'bling' people use to own...
With a flaunting about and publicly shown.

Those days oppressing now more shoulder.
And addressing one's needs are now priorities.
As symbols of status have taken backseats.
And the ones on bruised knees,
Have no egos to please.
Feeling as they do about necessities.

The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.

The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.

The days,
Of impressing others are over.
Felt once automatic.
But backs are turned away,
On status as a habit.

Nobody has to have it.
That status as a habit.