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It Isn't Melting Is It?

I don't try to hide who I am...
Because some say I must!
To secure employment?
Surrounded by those
Who hold onto a certain distrust!
I'm not here trying to disguise
An identity I pride!
I am black!
Damnit!
And that's a fact!
With an aware acceptance
That I truly pride!

Those who are not like me...
Try all their lives to defend.
A connection they have,
With the color of their skin!
That IS them!
That is NOT me!

I am proud of who I am.
I don't walk around insecure...
Because I'm not greeted with smiles
Or grins!
I am very comfortable to announce too,
If those conversations begin!
But many today are casting that nonsense away!
By getting things done...
And letting that petty BS end!
It's ignorant when that comes from someone!

Oh...
Yes! To answer your question.
I will still have a slice of the German Chocolate Cake,
With the vanilla icecream topping!
It isn't melting is it?

'No sir, it is not!
And we all appreciate
Your assessment of race relations!
However some of the people in your party,
Are looking a little annoyed.
And I don't think it's the roast beef on the buffét.
We do have others to serve in line, sir! '

And I'm not aware of that! ?
I just wanted to make a 'few' observations!
No need for a display of testiness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Is The Sadness

Mystified are many,
Looking from the outside in.
As to why people who 'appear' to be
Of the same race...
Would have issues of skin color.
And have those insecurities they hold...
From the beginning of noticing it,
Until their life experiences end.

This doesn't make sense,
Since they are all oppressed.
And not by those from other races.
They keep these issues to bait...
A self hatred that goes undebated.
Yet felt,
Although stubbornly unspoken.

And this has allowed a self esteem,
Defeated.
With expectations minimized.
And from their eyes success...
Becomes a thing maximized to beat.
Keeping them divided...
With a call for unity from the tongues.
But despising one another,
They can not seem to cease.

Mystified are many,
Looking from the outside in.
As to why people who 'appear' to be
Of the same race...
Would have issues of skin color.
And have those insecurities they hold...
From the beginning of noticing it,
Until their life experiences end.

This is the sadness,
For those without a dignity to pride!
Or an identity to defend.

This is 'their' sadness!
But not for those who laugh at them.

This is 'their' sadness as observed and seen.
As others who are just as petty...
In a system petty driven to affect and demean.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pride

Pride

I heard you saying it is the first of the seven deadly sins
But for me it is a virtue and its absence cause deficiency
We only need to restore it, our major goal in treatment
For if it is destructive, conceit and arrogance among our fellows
Then the pride in us properly be called unhealthy
Not a feeling of positive regard to drew out our potentiality

Pride without humility is a feeling of superiority
But for pride in a correct understanding, feels good of who he is
Aware of his limitation and retains a secure heart
For pride is his justice of admiration for humanity
Without he alone or she only but share the success with others
For failure of others has no room in “the heart”
and acceptance never depart

Pride then is a feeling of positive regard of himself
Very healthy feeling a tremendous motivator for self actualization
He does not need to elevate from others for he is secure and mature
A genuine self pride moves to condemn not but to promote no strife
For pride is part of him but not unjust yet with self communion
Self aware of being not vexed by power of pride
but possesses mature and healthy nature

poem by Jordan Legaspi
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High and Pride

Her black face walks the crowded hall
The sea parts, only to have her fall
But she stands again, proud and tall
No one can break this wall
Racism don’t phase her
Whispers? Brushed off her shoulder
Those crude remarks just make her stronger
This girl’s a fighter
She carries herself with grace
Never lets herself feel out of place
Pride, shines across her face
Pride towards her race
Who are they to judge?
It’s their ancestors that hold the grudge
Against her skin like chocolate fudge
But this girl won’t budge
Her eyes stay dry
She never feels the need to cry
Although people do try
To break her down, but why?
She’s always been a girl so silent
It’s not like she’s violent
Nor is she defiant
Yet not overly compliant
She’s just searching for peace
Searching for an increase
In the level of ease
That everyone tries to seize

poem by Cake Heart
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This They Wish to Insist

Please tell me this isn't true?
No one takes pride in being ignorant!
Submersed in those ignorant things they say and do.

Do they knowingly accept,
An incorrectness they perfect?
And if they do,
How far will they get?
When already they display,
Such a stupidness in disarray.

Please tell me this isn't true?
No one takes pride in being ignorant,
Submersed in those ignorant things they say and do.

And if this is true...
That deadend ahead is no accident?
It was an intention meant?
To experience what?
And to enlighten who?

If fools can be this wise...
Wouldn't it have been more feasible,
To spend less on clown makeup...
And have done the same thing,
To produce efforts...
More collectively economized?

Or...
Do they feel,
Those who 'are' wise should be taught lessons?
And this they wish to insist,
They are the ones better qualified...
With no one to argue how they go about it.
And being in disguise,
Allows them to go effectively undetected!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chocolate And Vanilla Swirl

When I was a child
I spoke, thought, reasoned as a child
My favorite treat on a hot summer day
Was a chocolate vanilla ice cream swirl
I'd have it for every meal if I had my way.

When I became a women
Grown and mature
I put aside all childish things
Everything but my love
For chocolate vanilla swirl
My only indulgence to my inner girl.

Not so very long ago
That swirl of chocolate and vanilla
Melded in a way I'd never dreamed of
Ice melted by fire
Our trust and desire
Sweetly blended
Bodies so entwined
It couldn't be said
Where we began or ended.

Looking back at our time together
The years have flown by in a whirl
As we allowed our indulgence
To lose ourselves
In the sweetness of our
Chocolate and vanilla swirl.

I hope there is forever
In this special connection
Of this chocolate boy and vanilla girl.

poem by Esther Brush
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The insecure mind

That popular man is my clan.
It is my pride to broadcast this.
That club is of reputation.
Joining it would give me due pride.

Pride is the manifestation
Of one’s insecure feelings.
Identity is the result
Of one’s insecure feelings.
03.03.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Too Proud Of It I Have Been

It was never discouraging to me,
When at a time I had been accused...
Of not having an identity.
And I was breaking down barriers,
Blocked and barricaded...
By those who 'still' do not understand,
The purpose and extent of my creativity.

I do not exist to represent a cause or a group.
To spin circles around insecurities some pursue.
I am here to challenge those who make excuses,
For themselves to use.
And...
To state my talents are not ethnic based.
With limitations others may be accustomed to,
That allows them to continue their own self hate.
Seeking to be accepted and approved...
Has never been the shoes I walked comfortably in.

I remember being told I was not 'black'.
Because I dared to cross assorted boundaries...
At a time judgemental 'blacks' were uncomfortable to do that.
And sat unadventured around and behind walls,
Closing in upon their backs.

I remember being told I had 'sold out'!
By the very same folks...
Who today prance and dance about,
In places they once pointed me out as not being 'Afrocentric'.
And they wonder why more people like them,
Are not going to those places with a paying of their visits.
Only to arrive to announce their indifference.

Not to learn.
Not to accept.
But to reject,
The experience.

It was never discouraging to me,
When at a time I had been accused...
Of not having an identity.
Because I've always knew who it 'is' I am.
And for sixty-four years I've never tried to hide that fact.
Too proud of it I have been.
And comfortable in my skin.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am A Veteran

I am a veteran.
Once a young patriot who had volunteered,
To join the military.
And it was clear a sacrificing of my life,
Was a possibility.
And yet the thought of it did not frighten me.

I am a veteran.
I did not decide,
To slide over onto Candadian borders...
Thinking I could avoid my responsibility.
With an escaping of a draft I did not receive.
I wanted to protect those deserving of freedom.

I am a veteran.
One of the Vietnam War Era.
I didn't walk the halls of an Ivy League college.
To party in between studying for a degree.
No!
But I did take college courses and studied diligently,
While also performing my military duties.

I am a veteran.
One who is Black 'and' American AND proud to be.
But as a veteran I have learned,
The battles I continue to fight...
Are needlessly fought on the streets of my own country.
With people who did not serve a duty at all...
But feel they are more deserving of entitlements,
And a respect not shown to me.

Yes...
I AM a veteran.
But yet I am expected to support,
Those who feed their greed.
As I am perceived,
Not to be worthy!
And so hard it is for me not to believe,
The color of my skin is the reason for that.

I am a veteran.
Conditioned to aware of the facts.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foolish Pride

There are times, we have what's called,
foolish pride and then there comes a time,
when we should cast it aside! Having too
much pride, can stand in your way and in
many a case, it just doesn't pay! You have
to know, when to say, enough, is enough,
why wait, until it's worse and the going, gets
rough? In some instances, it's okay to have
a little pride, be aware, when it gets out of
control, as too much of anything, can make
you, a lost soul! Don't let pride, stand in your
way, if you want to get someone's attention,
do it, in the proper manor and you won't have
any, intervention. So there you have it, you
know what too much pride, can do, try to
be cognizant, of what is, the best for you!

poem by Audrey Heller
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Those Ignorant Will Confirm Their Expertise

If one can not justify their actions taken,
But continues to defend them...
Loud and defiantly and in a pulic way,
To display a lack of knowledge...
Always eliminates debated confrontations,
With a calling of anyone like this ignorant.

Since...
One who knows that definition clearly,
Will have that confirmed...
Without a word heard needing to be said.
Those ignorant will confirm their expertise,
Immediately AND with flair to awe those aware.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Overwhelmingly Magnetic

So busy they are today,
With their self importance.
Those feeding off of acquired popularity.
And believing themselves,
Overwhelmingly magnetic to others.
As they see themselves to be.

They can not see themselves,
From a superficial point of view.
They believe themselves to be the center of things.
Since some folks have them believing that is true.

A connection that has existed for some time to the world,
Appears to be comfortably attached...
Without an outward showing,
Of an entrapped affectation.
That connection to reality is obvious to those,
Who are aware of what reality means.

And for many this has been their lives as known.
A desire to have a popularity.
To be seen and showing what it is they do and 'own'.
And feeling alone and hollow,
If egos they displayed were not publicly overblown.
And fed wherever they are bled to produce,
Evidence of their significance to induce a following.

'Are you jealous? '

Of what?
I have been comfortable in my own skin,
'Most' of my life!
I am in no need to solicit popularity.
My radiance comes naturally.

'Oh.
How blind of me not to see it.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How the Blending of a Mixture Like This Can Exist

Not many who choose to walk patiently,
Through a forest offering a variety of what nature provides...
Question the experience of it.
Or how the blending of a mixture,
Like this can exist!

It is only when leaving this environment,
And surrounded by a familiarity...
Again seen in black and white.
That quickly present biases they no longer hide.

And then carry with them a pride they do.
Contained within limited bigotries...
Dislikes,
And racist ambiguities they defend once in sight.
From lessons taught to separate.
With a depicting of identities for them to find meaning.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Genocide

Mercenary batalions
Are poised to strike us down
Terminations conquest
Upon us now full grown
Save me, my hearts open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Devastation hungers
She waits to leap to earth
Imminent liquidation
Before the grand rebirth
Save me, my hearts open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Sin after sin I have endured
Yet the wounds I bear are the wounds of love
Frantic mindless zombies
Grab at fleeting time
Lost in cold perplexion
Waiting for the sign
Generations tremble
Clinging face to face
Helpless situation
To end the perfect race
Flashing senseless sabers
Cut us to the ground
Eager for the life blood
Of all who can be found
Save me, my hearts open wide
Help me, no question of pride
Save me, my people have died
Total genocide
Slice to the left, slice to the right
None to retaliate, none will fight
Chopping at the hearts, snuffing out the lives
This race departs, no one will survive
Heads to the feet, feet to the air
Souls in the soil, heavy in despair
End of all ends, body into dust
To greet death friends, extinction is a must

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Dinky Stinks

With all of their 'intelligence'
Little of it is spent...
In a display of common sense.
And 'whatever' they display...
None of it makes sense anyway!

Why is it they believe,
Most people aren't aware,
And many of those who are aware...
Protect it from them,
With such absolute care?

And those who pretend,
It is 'all' about them...
Think without them we would sink!
Or be brought to the brink!
But strip them of their trinkets...
They are just dinky stinks!
And as soon as their turmoil,
Is removed from the air...
This atmosphere,
Will begin to quickly clear!

'Whew...
Stay away.
You need to pray.
Everyday!
But...way over there.
No! Not here.
And not just on Sunday! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The 'Look-At-Me-And-What-I've-Got-Type

I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.

And those who were comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.
Those who were comfortable being who they are...
Were honest with themselves.
And to me this was a priceless possession.

People who talk about their stocks and bonds,
And investments they live on...
I don't fault them for what they believe is security.
People have their values and I respect that.
It is the ones self obsessed who appear to thrive best,
On masquerading their unhappiness....
With a projecting of pretentions the try to hide,
In a shallowness of emptiness.

The 'look-at-me-and-what-I've-got-type'.
You know...
The ones climbing down from their high horses,
Hoping not to be seen at night.
Since today the economy,
Has their mouths and lips shut firmly tight!

I've met a few snooty people in my days.
The ones who perceived themselves,
Better than others...
Because of a higher mortgage the had to pay.
Or the ones who bragged about their good credit.
And would announce the number of their credit cards,
To anyone for a quick display.

Well...
Those who were and 'still' comfortable being who they are,
Always attracted my attention with admiration.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Emotional Bullies

We should not be undercover,
To announce the recovery of another's blame.
When will we begin to look up and over,
Our own barriers?
With sensitivities we should question,
The need to protect and defend them.

Shame begets what shame gets to be 'gotten'.
In return.
What other lesson do we need to learn,
But 'that'?
And all lessons learned are together attached.

Something in our minds disconnected.
To trigger quick and snap!

We should not be undercover,
To announce the recovery of another's blame.
We should at least be maintaining our own dignity.
Self-respect.
And a proud identity.
Flaunted!
And undaunted by the implementation of those insecurities!
And who hasn't had those?

LIES!
If you live you have had those!
And please...
No debate with me do I invite,
On the topic of 'Which Side of Ignorance Is Right'

It is what it is.
So if that makes you uptight...
Go somewhere and backbite me.
I see the thought of it enlightens your eyes.
I'm sure your lips would prepare,
Something with venom..
If I called you a 'fool'.

Would that get you there any sooner?

We should not be undercover,
To announce the recovery of another's blame.
When will we begin to look up and over,
Our own barriers?

When are we going to come to challenge one another,
To overcome and defend the right to mend within us?
That is the real fear.
And that makes us all not want to come face to face,
With an ugliness we all see in ourselves.

And that takes work.
To self examine.
In the convenient fields of doubt.
With,
Initiative and desires unknown!
And hope with wishes knocked out of practiced.
As over rehearsed sorrows about who did who wrong...
Remains centerstage.
Provoked by new lines found on someone's cellphone.

'I just love the way drive.
With so much compassion.'

When are we going to come to challenge one another,
To overcome and defend the right to mend within us?
God knows...
What is on stage right now has long required re-writes.
With a consistent updating, scrub and polish.

'...I haven't been driving too long.
Infact, you are my second passenger.'

We should not be undercover,
To announce the recovery of another's blame.
When will we begin to look up and over,
Our own barriers?
And 'own up' to that which we do,
To reveal the same thoughts being shared.

But what is not there has been purposely kept away.

LOVE!
When never known,
Can not be there to share unconditionally.
It has to under conditions met,
Be shown.
With committment!
Desire.
Hot.
But not to overheat kept respect.

We should not be undercover,
To announce the recovery of another's blame.
When will we begin to look up and over,
Our own barriers?
Our own deliberating and limited intentions,
To free what it is that we don't want to feel.
It is not wanted!
Why is it there?

To free what it is that we don't want to feel.
And welcome what it is that we do,
Wish.
To feel.
We should at least be maintaining our own dignity.
Self-respect.
And a proud identity.
Flaunted!
Undaunted,
By the implementation of those insecurities!
And who hasn't had those to chase away?
Insecurities?
Emotional bullies.

Insecurities?
Emotional bullies.
Same 'thang'!
Get rid of 'em!

We should not be undercover,
To announce the recovery of another's blame.
Or an addicting unconsciousness,
That leaves us entrapped within our own barriers?
And a lot of paranoia has been known,
To be shown from that.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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5. Priceless

Chopping up walnuts whipping up cream
Grating fine chocolate that tastes like a dream
Out from the oven all cakes raised well
Looking delicious and what a great smell

Onto a rack place the sponges to cool
Watching with interest whilst perched on a stool
Melting more chocolate to use as a topping
Take all the walnuts spent so much time chopping

Lifting cooled bottom cake onto a tray
Thickly whipped cream spread as thick as you may
Then placed the top sponge on cream like a hat
Sharp eyes watched cream they belonged to our cat

Hot melted chocolate now drizzled on top
Getting quite thick we will soon have to stop
Sprinkle the nuts into chocolate now setting
Along with the grated choc we’re not forgetting

Could it be time to try what looks nice?
Two sponges in one means you get something twice
Where is the knife that will cut me a slice?
Whatever it costs I will pay any price

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Farce

It's not an identity
That displays the affinity.
It's the question of whose black,
That they keep themselves attacked!
Not from the outside but from the inside,
They seem closed as if afraid,
Stunted in a mindset dim...
That sheds no light to their shade.
And in this disposition...
There is a competition,
To show themselves aware...
Others might stop and stare!
But there are those who know who they are,
And shrug off being color barred!
Living to be inside color free.
Because the mind is not restricted,
By this farce...
Or predetermined destiny!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Chocolate Milk, Chocolate Syrup, Chocolate Cup

chocolate milk, chocolate syrup, chocolate cup
when im putting in chocolate syrup i put too much
i wish i had a chocolate pup in a chocolate cup
in a chocolate world!

but that would be alot to eat
for just one little girl!

if chocolate was a talent
Id be the chocolate master!
chocolate storms and tornadoes are natural chocolate disasters!

there would be chocolate houses and chocolate apartments and chocolate hotels for rent!
People eating chocolate all day without paying a single cent!
All their money would be in chocolate banks w chocolate robbers
Chocolate dinners like chocolate spaghetti and chocolate covered lobsters!

Chocolate chocolate chocolate BOOO!
(and no vanilla)
Drew

poem by Drew Bailey Golden
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All That's Left

All that’s left
Are two chairs
Empty wine glasses
And a slice of chocolate cake

Mosquitoes now swarm like memories
Over an unfinished dream
We were there
Two people
On two chairs
Wine and chocolate cake

It’s late now
Bamboo patches dark and dangerous
We left in laughter
Came in tears
Two people
Two glasses and chocolate cake
Our words like colours
On an empty canvass

poem by Wesley Gibbings
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