Whatever! Latah Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'Geesshhh!
You scared me half to death.
Who and 'what' are you?
Where did you come from? '

Let's skip over the formalities.
I hear those words all the time.
You've been praying for answers.
I am the messenger that has been sent.
You can get up off your knees now.
So...
Wassup?
What's so urgent?

'Who sent you? '

To 'whom' do you pray?

'You are nothing like I envisioned.'

I hear that everyday.
But you know what?

'What? '

I'm not the myth wished.
I am the real thing.

'How do I know this? '

Which one of us is on our knees?
And 'who' has appeared from nowhere,
With no more patience to spare?
I was told to arrive.
I'm here!
So wassup?

'If you don't mind,
I'll await for a more impressive image.'

Cool.
That's up to you.
I aint got time for this.
There are just too many on my list.
Hopefully the others wont have preferences,
Like wings and halos...
With trumpets playing that hip hop gospel stuff.

'I knew it.
You 'are' a fake.'

Whatever!
Latah.
I can see you wish to argue,
How your blessings are received.
And 'who' you perceive is better qualified.
No problem.
Here...
I'll leave you with these knee pads.
I was told they would be distributed,
More than the blessings I was prepared to deliver.

'Would you happen to have them in a different color? '