Lawrence S. Pertillar Poems

Giving without expectation to receive,
Is the best prescription one can get.
And overdosing to forget selfishness,
Is suggested if one wishes to experience...
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Drop your buns Aunt Betty,
And that package on your back.
We ate your baked cookies,
And they went rather fast.
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You don't, hear it.
You don't, feel it.
And you don't see it,
Like I do.
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People of ignorance take no time to learn,
But rush to judgement to incite a fighting done...
Dawn after dawn and after many midnights.
They live in division.
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I am one not often stunned,
By those who come...
Just to grieve and leave.
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As incredulous as this may seem,
There are some places where people live...
Where the showing of disrespect,
And turning one's back on opportunities...
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I don't need to look for a fight.
I'm too busy beating up myself.
Especially when I feel nothing is right.
And time seems to go by too slow,
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Never will I chase away,
My discovery of love as it is displayed.
To be labelled for something it is not,
For a slotting done that creates someone's comfort.
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I can not remove those impressions made,
In my youth.
Nor can I replace misconceptions done,
Of how my growing up in the projects...
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If there is a war on drugs,
We all are being deceived as to who is defeating it.
The affects are clearly in view!
In what is 'suppose' to be private exchanges...
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