Stand Tall Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Straighten up that bended back bone.
To...
Stand tall.
Be independent.
Stand tall.
Don't be dependent.

Straighten up that bended back bone.
To...
Stand tall.
Be independent.
Stand tall.
Don't be dependent.

People carry troubles to the max,
As if they're shackled.
And others drag their sorrows,
Packed in sacks.
To re-enact their own demise.

Some people like their griieving shown,
To be condoned.
Just to re-enact their demise.
And...
There are people sharing their pains to moan,
For sympathy to get or will try.

And these are people talkin' 'bout,
They wanna be free.
And these are people stooping over,
Bended knees.
Hoping they'll get paid for pity acts.

Straighten up that bended back bone.
To...
Stand tall.
Be independent.
Stand tall.
Don't be dependent.

Straighten up that bended back bone.
To...
Stand tall.
Be independent.
Stand tall.
Don't be dependent.

It's easy to share troubles with another,
With them not to end.
It's easy to give up a hope for dope.
To numb a struggle.
It's easy to give up a faith and hope,
When...
People sharing misery are everywhere.

To stand tall,
Takes a faith not to debate or fake.
To stand tall,
Stops the bending of a burdened back.
Don't be dependent,
On that...
Stand tall.
Don't be dependent,
On a stumble to fall.
Not at all.