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In It For the Sake of Image...And, Perhaps Contrast!

Free to be who I 'is' ain't cool.
For those who wish to depict me as a fool.
Or entertain their whims...
To fantasize my depressed beginnings.

I refuse to be ignorant.
I refuse to pretend,
My mind I don't use.
Or welcome an abused ending,
Of my life experience.
To be documented in an expedience.
With an erased historic contribution I make!

No time do I spend dreaming of wings in an afterlife...
With others in white robes!
As harps play.
While visions increase...
As I pray on my knees,
For a pair of golden slippers.

I have flipped that image!

I don't accept because I am black...
That I should expect to be kept held back.
Because I lack a qualified 'intelligence'.
Compared to those expressing none at all!
Except for those certified as approved robots!

I am not into kicking down doors for them to open.
Nor do I neglect with disrespect...
Those who elect to keep faith and hope.
Whatever their motivation...
I support.
But I do object to the use of symbolism.
It conflicts with the 'Everywhere And In All Things'
God Is!

Nor do I choose to hang out with those...
Who are taught to feel remorseful.
As they dope up,
To choke on 'good' weed...
With feelings to get 'high'
To increase a low self esteem.

That ain't me!

And I ain't seeking equality either.
Preached by leechers...
Who enjoy seeing me dance,
As I reach for 'their' expectations.
Prancing down the aisles of churches...
To release my last earned dollar.

However...
I do not object to those feeling charitable,
In my behave.
Donations I will accept...
Yes! Most definitely.

I am seeking to be me.
Without a rehabilitation stamp on my behind!
I said I accept 'charity'.
Nothing emblazed on my butt!
As anyone's piece of precious property.

And...
Without being branded a minority.
By those suppressing me with the falsity,
Of their superiority over me!

That's one lesson I never quite understood.
And failed.

I'm not living my life to claim limitation!
Or seek a Tarzan for rescue!
I was not raise to await those days to come.
Nor flee from obstacles!

That ain't me!
I have flipped that image!
And others...
Some my sit to equip themselves with!
In labor to discourage me.

And I have observed their numbers dwindling,
In frustration!

While they watch my every move...
The shirts on their backs are being sold,
To the highest bidder!

An updated version of slavery!
Marketed on Wall Street!

And my knowledge could have saved them,
From embarrassment.
But not once have I been asked,
How I manage to maneuver...
With their feet strapped to my back!

I think they had been doing that for the contrast!
Since they are just in it,
For the sake of image...
Sales.
And a bottom line,
That's borrowed!
To keep the gush of an ignorance,
That bleeds!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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