Integrity

My integrity is not for sale.
Nor is the truth that fills my soul
To be bargained away.
No matter how high their noses rise,
In polluted air...
I'm breathing freedom that releases me.
I am not contained within their confinement.
I 'may' miss a meal,
However...
Most of that junk that's being fed...
Wouldn't nourish me anyway!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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