Not Trekking Down That Path Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not Trekking Down That Path

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I can be sweet.
I can grit my teeth too.
I can also spit and chew...
To spew a bitter flavor,
I dislike and will not accept.

I am not what those might expect.

I'm not trekking down that path.
I don't digest warnings too well.
Like some I know...
That have learned to grasp.

Nor do I hunger to dance on plantations.

I reflect my ancestors.
And none of them had been of the docile kind.
With dependent minds!
Left whining to each other,
In fields where they labored.

And each step I take,
Have been placed for me to find.
To embrace,
And bear whatever the consequences.

And those clinging onto losing propositions...
I never understood.
Or will take time to understand.
Those needs to witness my own bleeding...
Are limitations.
And I'm not the one to sit and listen to it!

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