With Obstacles And Criticisms Expected Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The success of my adventures,
Began when I became ignored.
When I began to explore my individuality,
With a sense not to pay attention...
To those who attempted,
To block this need I felt inside of me.

The success of my adventures,
Awakened with my curiosity.
I wanted to know how things in life connected.
And not too many explanations,
Did I accept.
I researched my own philosphies.
Although I've been close to breakiing my neck.

'Boy, do you think money grows on trees? '
My mother would say that to me early...
When she would buy my sister Mim and I,
Candy I didn't like!

And I wondered 'why' she kept saying 'that' to me.
Planting that seed to uncover,
WHERE did money grow?
If not from trees?
I had to know!
My mother 'hinted' there were other possibilities.

The success of my adventures,
Began when I became ignored.
When I began to explore my individuality,
With a sense not to pay attention...
To those who attempted,
To block this need I felt inside of me.

And I wanted to know...
If I couldn't do certain things,
Why was this told to me before I tried?
Why was this said to me,
As 'if' to deny?
And upon hearing 'that'...
I started to carve my own path.

And,
If I became lost...
It was something about 'that',
That became more attractive.
With obstacles and criticisms...
Expected!