There Are Very Few Unaware Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Would I be less scrutinized,
To gain more fame and notoriety...
If I remained in expected limits,
And accepted pretense to charade?

I doubt it.

With a leaving my perceptions of life,
Decided as a rarity of an intelligence...
'Normally' associated to those innovative,
Who actually perpetrate skills and talents...
Plagiarized to disguise and hide,
Abilities they will never have to claim themselves...
As creators of their own success.

I doubt it.

Would I be less scrutinized,
To gain more fame and notoriety...
If I remained in expected limits,
And accepted pretense to charade?

This I could never do.

I admit there were times I would think about this,
Only to submit...
To an honesty I have been blessed with.
Although I do have those days that come my way,
When I wish my brilliance...
Was not the only gift God has given to me,
I would awakened shocked that I got.
And I'd be more humble about it.

God knows I have had my bouts with humility.

But you know...
There are very few unaware,
Of what they have in their heads.
And 'WHO' put it there!

I never wished to be less conscious.

So many have supported my efforts,
With a doing for decades to motivate my initiative.
And to say they had 'not' been there,
Would be to omit the admitting of their presence.

Secretly I desire to keep them impressed.