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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=443914" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>These Jewels Have Been Misused</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes in the back winds that blow...<br>I can hear my ancestors voices.<br>I sense their struggles and pain to maintain.<br>I see those same strains on faces of my color! <br>And I think of how these jewels have been so misused.<br>And it is said I am embittered.<br>I carry anger on my back like an overnight pack! <br>Pacing to dump it somewhere.<br>Disliking what my choices are! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well...<br>I never saw my mama or my poppa jumping with glee<br>Wiping beads of sweat from their brows! <br>Their parents capture that picture! <br>I heard my daddy and mother saying what wasn't right.<br>And at Christmastime they would argue and fight...<br>Over why too much was to give with too little to none! <br>How I reminisce the fun years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I admit I see injustice.<br>I admit I have to wade through a pool of ignorance.<br>I agree what I see I have taken personally.<br>I agree when folks stare at me I get a little annoyed...<br>Especially when I say hello and they say 'NO THING'! <br>That slightly gets me nudged to the 'edge'<br>And I agree hearing young people calling themselves<br>Out of their names and bring their mamas in it...<br>Kinda stands the hair on my back straight up! <br>BUT...<br>I do agree, <br>I have a lot to work on controlling my tolerance for BS! <br>It's at an all time low! <br>And I'm not going to go crazy about it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am alot like my grandfather.<br>He would go outside to the garage, <br>And begin to fix the engine of a truck he had, <br>For years! <br>At least for fifteen or twenty years, <br>I saw my grandfather work on the same engine.<br>I saw that truck move one time! <br>My uncles, cousins and I were pushing it...<br>And he was behind the wheel!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q>
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I can hear my ancestors voices.
I sense their struggles and pain to maintain.
I see those same strains on faces of my color! 
And I think of how these jewels have been so misused.
And it is said I am embitt..."></div>
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