This Comes to Those Who Loved to Pose Near Ghettos
An accustomed greed
Did not allow them to consolidate,
With those in need.
Those homeless without shelter.
And being depleted
As the greedy fed...
To feed and tease.
And they teased.
Requesting qualifications,
And deciding which among them
Would be pleased to be in their presence.
Instituting...
An awareness that divides,
By racist lines an intelligence may hide.
Groomed by standards that have been subpar...
Below that in some places.
And getting caught by the trappings,
Of low gutter bars.
'Are they the ones...
Experiencing a reversal that's begun? '
Dripping wet and running fast...
To escape a nightmare born on 'crack'.
This comes to those who loved to pose near ghettos.
In pictures to depict themselves above others.
And now they find themselves so below,
Feeling an absence of a glow once flaunted.
They can not be driven away from their pretensions.
Clutching the air for something to grasp.
And it hurts to know...
Someone wishes suicide,
Than to be by the side...
Of another human being.
One who has lived honestly.
And that fact in comparison demeans,
It seems.
And dreams lifted,
From behind the backs of those attacked...
Those who have been left...
Without possessions.
Medicate.
To keep a feeling of a worthless hollowness,
Defended to protect nonexisting interests owned.
Or turf to settle 'beefs' on streets...
Where they did not invest sense or time!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Accustomed To This
Accustomed we are,
To cheapness.
With a fakeness that glistens.
And being on knees to plead,
For a decent existence.
Accustomed we are,
To reach with a seeking.
Although deceived by theories idealized,
To keep our delusions fresh...
And kept alive as standards long rusted.
So accustomed to this,
We are...
Caught up in despising any realist,
Found to be painting scenes...
Pictured as observed.
And yet seen but felt demeans,
With exaggerated caricatures...
Depicting realities lived as they are.
But denied.
With a feeling that leaves those believing,
How appalled they are to be this openly offended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We've All Been Greedy
Those peaceful nights for some have passed.
Those feeling safe...
In sheltered communities behind closed gates.
Are awakening.
But not to Robins singing.
To peer from behind French customed made doors.
Swinging out onto the patio.
Overlooking acres upon acres upon more acres,
Of freshly cut grass.
These awareness days have come upon us fast.
Who would believe such a quick erasing,
Of a way of life....
Would come to pass.
And leave those embittered with much grief,
With streaks of torment on twisted faces.
Disgraced and now nervously pacing.
In wait.
But for what?
When the 'why' of it has arrived too late!
We've been greedy.
See what gluttony does when it can't be overcomed.
We've been greedy,
And feeding on our selfishness.
While ripping the hearts out of those to sustain it.
Doing everything to gain more and maintain it.
We've been greedy!
And..
The stinging of the realness,
Persists.
And can not be contained.
Acts of civil madness...
Spreads fast!
Thousands go out of their minds.
Many more are trapped!
Something in their minds have snapped.
Only those exposed to fantasies,
Are observed doing that.
And a waste of explanation can not bring them back!
Their self delusions have attacked.
Leaving us all affected by that 'fat'!
Yes fat!
Undisciplined rascists...
Tearing each other apart,
While laying lazily on our backs...
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Yes...
Greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger,
But never better than the rest.
Greedy!
Yes...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger
But never better than the rest.
Just so greedy!
Yes...
And bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Yes...
And,
Greedy!
Yes!
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
And...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
A sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've
ALL
Been
Greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Just greedy!
Yes...
Doing it bigger...
But never better than the rest.
Sleazy greedy!
And...
Bleeding a democracy.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
And...
Feeding on our selfishness.
With wishes to have all desires met.
And caring less about those we've distressed.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
Greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
We've ALL been greedy!
Yes...
Feeding on our selfishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Civil Disobedience!
The majority of them have lived their lives,
In an isolated racist bubble.
Now that their comfort has been marked by troubles...
They seek a bailout from their mindless gains.
With wishes their selfishness did not exist.
Or had not been obvious to others,
Who had witnessed this!
While a greed was fed to exploit those in need.
Those who now seem much better off.
Since they have less blood to bleed...
Than those who lived totally on their good credit.
And loans the economy...
Can no longer assist them in their leeching to feed.
And their misdeeds and deceit...
Now chases them in fear!
With no escape from this beast!
While they swarm the streets...
In civil disobedience!
Treating them with a taste of defeat!
Completely out of their minds...
Come the times for those of selfishness!
Protesting that their interests,
Has left them in duress!
With no fingers to point.
As they are kept close to their own chests!
In attempts to keep themselves...
From losing their precious breath!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Settle Down My Boy
Settle down, an eat your peas and gravy, my boy
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Stop wasting all your time with running around the town
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Knuckle down and find a job and take some responsibility
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
The futures something you should be thinking about
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Look around for a wife to start a family, my boy
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Listen toy our father and hell tell you the same as me
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Your words would go in one ear and out the other side
Dont say my head was empty and I had things to hide
And you better put something away for your old age
So settle down, settle down my boy settle down
Settle down, settle down my boy settle down uh huh huh
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Nowhere Left To Hide
written by Marv Ross (words) / Marv & Rindy Ross (music)
You're young and hungry and you're not satisfied
You take your chances and walk that tentative line
You push a little harder and leave old friends behind
But, baby, sooner or later you could wake up and find
That you have run out of time, and you know you've got
Nowhere left to hide
Nothing to protect your heart this time
You've got nowhere left to hide
You know the feeling of walking out in that ring
You weigh your hunger against the fear that it brings
And in that moment at night when you finally decide
You better be sure you've got shelter
When the whole thing unwinds
And something's breaking inside
'Cause you know you've got
Nowhere left to hide
Nothing to protect your heart this time
You've got nowhere left to hide
No regrets, alibis, you know your chances this time
song performed by by Quarterflash
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Just For You
You have had a good time,
Most of your life.
As you made jokes of others...
And mocked their deprived way of life.
I've heard you discuss,
How lazy they were...
And worthless human beings.
Remember telling me to go back to Africa?
Even though your heritage is European.
You remember calling the cops on me?
When I asked your for directions...
And acted very neighborly.
But something has attacked your cash flow,
With an unexpected blow!
Those standards you valued...
Have come to foreclose all your doors.
Even possessions you 'owned' are being repossessed.
And in unemployment lines you stand for hours...
Just like 'them' and those you regarded as pests.
And now it is your turn.
Let's see how you do!
Knowing someone has intentionally...
Deceived and dumped on you!
If you ever want on few tips,
On how to deal with this.
Here is my business card.
The first hour is free.
After that...
There is an hourly charge!
I'm sure I can come up with 'something'...
Suitable,
Just for you!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In This Life You Reap What You Sow
If you're thinking of having an illicit affair,
You need to stop and ask yourself why,
The fact is you need to be fully aware,
It will haunt you till the day you die.
So before you think it's only a fling,
Please take time out to reflect,
Think of the misery adultery can bring,
It will have a devastating effect.
Does your husband or wife really deserve,
To be treated in this treacherous way,
Or like most will you keep them in reserve,
For when the lover goes on their merry way.
Then there's the children who look up to you,
They will grieve but they won't understand,
Why the parent they loved just said adieu,
They will know you've been so underhand.
Their lives will never be the same,
Your actions will make them want to hide,
They will feel betrayed and ashamed of their name,
All for what, a bit on the side.
Then you have your relatives and friends,
When you meet you will know by their tone,
That this is the time their kinship ends,
It is you they will all now disown.
Do you hate them that much that you would cheat,
With someone you don't really know,
With you partner and children no one can compete,
Stay faithful and your stature will grow.
Loyalty and love just cannot be bought,
Why risk it for the sake of a fling,
You can guarantee that when you get caught,
Total misery is all it will bring.
Your partners not daft or incredibly blind,
They will notice your change in demeanour,
That is when you'll undoubtedly find,
The grass over there isn't greener.
The majority of affairs do break down,
That's when you will find yourself crack,
Everything you do will bring on a frown,
Then you'll find there is no going back.
Everything in life you once held dear,
Will be gone it will all have been taken,
There'll be nothing left but the feeling of fear,
You'll have lost everything you have forsaken.
This is not all you will stand to lose,
You'll have no more self dignity or trust,
That's the price you pay when you abuse,
All to feed what is nothing but lust.
As their lives move on you'll be left in a rut,
With nothing left in reserve,
That feeling will make you sick to your gut,
But you'll acknowledge it's what you deserve.
That fling you had is now in the past,
Your spouse has now found someone new,
Your infidelity has left you feeling harassed,
With cheating it's a fact chaos will ensue.
That's when you will look in the mirror and see,
A person whom you don't want to know,
When reality kicks in you'll be forced to agree,
'' In This Life You Reap What You Sow ''
No Heart Wishes to Bleed
Driven crazed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
In a daze!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
And blazed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
Amazed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
No idled time...
Finds a mind deep in need.
No mind demands...
What it does not see to feed.
No heart receives,
Wishes of it pieced away.
Or torn apart...
Just to have it bleed!
Driven crazed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
In a daze!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
And blazed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
Amazed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
('No idled time...')
Driven crazed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
('Finds a mind deep in need.')
In a daze!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
('No mind demands...')
And blazed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
('What it does not see to feed.')
Amazed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
And noooo heart...wishes,
To bleed!
Their driven crazed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
Sit in a daze!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
They are so blazed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
Just amazed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
And noooo heart...wishes,
To bleed!
By possessions,
And seduced by their reflections.
To bleed!
And obssessed,
By what to feed on next!
To bleed!
By affects,
Of who has what and if it's best!
To bleed!
By the mess...
That hasn't caught their attention yet!
And noooo heart...wishes,
To bleed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trying A Way To Fit In
Every morning that I am blessed to have awakened,
I am in the classroom and prepared to be tested.
And if I didn't regard my life that way,
I'd be struggling with the feeling of failure
On a daily basis.
And
If I did not think or believe
I had an opportunity before me,
To improve upon my weak performances...
I'd be afraid to appear on stage
when I left my place of comfort.
Every morning.
However.
Before I do any of that.
And forget I am constantly teased and tempted,
By the trappings of life.
I express my gratitude to 'whatever' it is,
That has granted me 'consciousness' about this process.
Because I know if I didn't have it
I'd be rushing to a psychologist helping me find a way to fit in.
And I will not blame any of this craziness I've witnessed on God.
Even though an awareness of what is going on is inescapable.
And those trying a way to fit in,
To satisfy others with their accomplishments and possessions...
Seem not to be able to acquire happiness.
So glad am I.
When I discovered I could not purchase happiness after years of trying,
I was relieved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poison of Hate
Hate is a poison,
a disease with no cure.
It has a reason,
but leaves us unpure.
It slowly pushes us,
towards things we shouldn't do.
Murder and such,
the feeling is not new.
The fear we feel is death,
and wastes our lives.
We feel it 'til our last breath,
fighting to survive.
We fear murder,
but people die falling down stairs.
You try to protect her,
but she suffocates in fears.
Fears of the past,
being told she was worthless.
They creep back,
suicide is what is left.
You forgot to protect her,
from her harmful self.
Now you are alone forever,
left wth yourself.
Knowing you are next....
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Suicide.
Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
Suicide, suicide
Take me away
Suicide, suicide
Please make it today
Suicide, suicide
An answer, for me
Suicide, suicide
I need to escape, be free
Suicide, suicide
I’ve had too much
Suicide, suicide
Take me, do your touch
Suicide, suicide
Leave the rest behind
Suicide, suicide
You’re all over my mind
Suicide, suicide
Let me pass in peace
Suicide, suicide
I need to release
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Nothing
Shot down your instincts, turned into a freak
You said this was your first time
How fast changes come for you to finally see
Shallow plains for you to find what you...
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo nothing left...
Stuck in with no way out a gift for your grief
Shattered your thoughts of a good thing that you never had
Hopelessly knowing whats right or wrong
Can't stop the feeling, it comes so strong
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo...
Observe nature from a black top view
Left you defenseless hoping for defeat
Built on my fears
Confession of obsession
One day happy place for you to hide
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left for me!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
With this ghost on my side!
There's something left
With you in my life!
There's nothing left!
Nothing left, nooo...
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Come From Under the Trappings
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need,
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
Come from under the trappings.
Let your beliefs,
Remove the strangle hold and squeeze...
Placed upon the young.
Those that have followed you into darkness,
And have shielded from the Sun!
Those you have fed,
All the misdeeds...
That have blocked and shunned!
Come from under those trappings done.
They are shutting off your breath.
And speeding up your untimely death!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
You might as well!
They are being released from you physically!
Now...
It is time to remove yourself from that grind.
Come from under the trappings.
And find yourself that peace that awaits!
Those trappings can not define,
The quality of life when one has peace of mind!
Come from under the trappings.
Come from under your need
To feed your gluttony.
Your needs to be strapped,
To that which can not touch you back!
Come from under the trappings!
There is much more to your life,
Than that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ivy Leaguers Who Cheat
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
To increase their chances of feeding greed...
May deceive,
But...
Don't they reflect a society,
Promoting feasting greed?
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.
Ivy leaguers who cheat...
Are honored and promoted to feed greed.
This is success for those who seek the best.
No matter if a quality of life...
Bleeds.
Integrity...?
Where is at?
And honesty...?
Where is it at?
Respect has gone.
And that's a fact.
Thieving is on!
And...
Taught when one is born.
Ivy leaguers who cheat,
Reflect...
A people who've been taught,
To feed greed.
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast,
Greed!
And feeling they're entitled to feast!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Far, So Pleased
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I had 2 get us stranded
If u know what I mean
Big scar on my knee
Begging 4 a kiss is such a dull routine
Still im...
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
So far, so fine
I find another beauty mark
With every glass of red wine
So fast the time
Everytime I have to go, I go and lose my mind
Its hard, okay
Thats what happens
When a boy and girl dont get 2 play
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
(yeah)
(come on, come on)
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I could spend the night and leave at 10:15
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
Ooh-ooh yeah
So far, so pleased
Oh-ooh
song performed by by Prince
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Hate Is...
Hate is a feeling that boils with rage.
Hate is a feeling you lose with age.
Hate is a feeling that eats inside.
Hate is a feeling we all should hide.
Hate is the feeling we dont understand.
Hate is the feeling of losing our stand.
Hate is the feeling of a thing called fear.
Hate is the feeling that hurts in here.
Hate is a feeling that grows some more.
Hate is a feeling, what good is it for?
Hate is a feeling that you have too.
Hate is a feeling I have for you.
Have You Ever Done That Before?
Your 'things' do not make you a better human being.
You may believe they establish you a status.
But there is something that can be said about pretense...
That leaves those hungering to spend their time,
With people who express a common sense...
From thought producing minds.
It is a rarity to find folks,
Who have not been tainted or provoked...
By teased materialistic dreams.
Or the kind of people who become identified...
By where they live and what they drive.
Living a quality of life that seems delightfully contrived.
Yet inside of them there is a frightful hollowness...
That is silently screamed,
And quietly demeaning them.
Your 'things' do not make you a better human being.
And their absence,
Also has not revealed you possess an integrity.
With your identity gone packed away with your 'things'...
And no integrity left you can display or bring,
What is it that you claim you can give to offer?
Superficiality?
Okay...
And,
What else do you have besides that?
Do you have anything we can chew on that's concrete?
How about a conversation we all can contribute.
Have you ever done that before?
Had you considered comprehending after listening,
To complete sentences...
Delivered to your assuming ears.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Very Disconcerting
Please,
Don't interpret my dislike for his policies...
As being a statement against him,
Personally.
I think everyone in this neighborhood will say,
He is a good and honest person.
However...
Because he prefers to see weeds,
Growing in his backyard to be noticeable...
Throughout the neigborhood,
Brings the value of our properties down.
'But...
He has challenged all of you in court,
To accuse all of you of discrimination.
What do you have to say about that.'
That is very disconcerting.
'Why? '
Not one of us have allergies to flowers.
Or the smell of cut grass.
'What do you think about his running,
To hold public office...
To represent your interests? '
That again is a conflict of interests.
On one hand he says he wishes to represent us.
And on the other hand,
Our interest is to protect what we value.
'Which is? '
The declining values of our properties...
Which he has directly caused.
'But 'why' do you think he is doing this? '
We all believe he has chosen to take this route,
Because the tenant association has agreed...
To increase the gardener's salary,
We all pay as a maintenance fee...
To keep our front and backyards up to standards.
As is documented in our home ownership policies.
'His actions make little sense.'
You know it. I know it. We all know it.
But those who are not familiar with our situation,
Will probably earn him their sympathy votes.
And he will eventually win.
With the twisting of rules to have the law on his side.
'This is crazy! '
You know it. I know it. We all know it.
But when has the spreading of propaganda,
Had anything to do with actual fact?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moment
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
It starts slow
find it creeps up upon me
Reaches down into
the soul of me
The rush is warm
I anticipate the feeling
I know I'm gonna glow
Oh make me glow
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
Layer by layer
You strip the sadness from me
And the dark is slowly
washed away
I breathe you in
And I'm intoxicoted
I feel the blood flow
through my veins
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
No future and no past
No questions left to ask
No tomorrow, no today
Nothing but the moment
I look but I don't see
I feel but I don't touch
I'm where l wanna be
Here In the moment
I'm being who I'll never be
Seeing all I'll never see
Just you and me
I don't believe in me
I don't believe in you
But I believe this feeling
And I just cant contain
The passion and the pain
You've got to feed the flame
inside of me
No future & no past
No questions left to ask
No tomorrow, no today
Nothing but the moment
I look but I don't see
l feel but i don't touch
I'm where I wan no be
Here in the moment
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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In God's Eyes
'That tattered coat you have worn?
Don't throw it away, ever! Don't think it!
It may become the most valued in all the land! '
Many years ago they had chosen sides.
Those that appeared to have nothing,
Were taunted!
Those who worshipped things...
Of course,
Were not!
They were social darlings.
And accepted brighter than stars!
But the land could not feed,
All of those who kept feeding their greed.
And for generations...
They let the needy bleed!
They laughed at the homeless.
Joked of those who found refuge on the streets.
But the land could not feed,
All of those who kept feeding their greed.
Warnings from those observing,
Were dismissed and at best, ignored!
If fact they were declared to be insane...
And defamed and slandered,
Became for some to do to them as a chore!
And the signs of the times began to creep,
Upon the shores.
And this had never been seen before.
Many became frightened.
Decisions were made to close their doors!
An epidemic soon spread.
And those of suburban dreams...
Found themselves foreclosure whores!
Those with their BA's, MA's and PHd's...
Wide screen TV's and DVD's
Were lining up at pawn shops!
Sneaking to protect pretentions they could not stop!
Those of jewels and gold gems...
Sought to find shelter,
With lost relatives and fake friends!
But wait...
'That tattered coat you have worn?
Don't throw it away, ever! Don't think it!
It may become the most valued in all the land! '
You, the abused...
The downtrodden and counted out!
You, the one ignored and talked about!
You, the slandered and defamed to shame.
You who kept your dignity and identity that remained...
Ultimately wins the prize!
In God's eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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