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Stolen Wounds
Stolen Wounds
Stolen Wounds
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Stolen Wounds

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Stolen Wounds is Dontrel LaPaul Scott’s first volume of poetry. He began writing in middle school, and several of his high school poems are included in Stolen Wounds. Much of his work focuses on love, life, and African American issues.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateOct 16, 2016
ISBN9780991164042
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    Stolen Wounds - Dontrel Scott

    Love

    To a Woman So

    To a woman so, I’ve never seen one like thee.

    Let the dove out the cage, and let it fly free.

    Mankind is free to think of thee, but little do they know

    nothing can be compared to thee—to a woman so.

    Life has potential; whatever it brings, we can make it through.

    Giving thee my rib was the best thing God could do.

    He created what I could see only in my dreams

    Thy beauty, in my eyes, is a miracle it seems.

    The beautiful surprise in thy eyes lets me happiness borrow.

    To a woman so, I want to find thee in every tomorrow.

    To a woman so, thy presence adds wonder to the afternoon.

    Rose petals may turn to ashes; thou art still in brilliant bloom.

    Pleasure do I know, but I cannot understand its form.

    I know only that the touch of thy soul keeps the winter warm.

    Stars fill the sky but none match thy glory as they sparkle down.

    Thou art the jewel stolen from heaven to make the crown.

    Many will search in vain for thee, but little would they know

    about how to give to a woman so…to a woman so.

    To a woman so.

    October 25, 2012

    The Rose That Grew From Concrete

    I am the rose that grew from concrete.

    Though I almost died, I managed the feat.

    I found what was inside tearing me apart,

    and I took the pieces and rebuilt my heart.

    When God gave water, I grew day and night

    and pushed ever upward to the stolen light.

    I became the flower that

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