Quinton Scott Poems

You tell of my shortcomings.
But, I speak of your accomplishments.
You hold me hostage.
But, I set you free.
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It was a cold winter's morning, when I awoke to a body terribly ill.
Although in pain and seeking a doctor's care, my healing was the Lord's will.

I prayed and cried, occupying my thoughts with much dread and many tears.
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It's a time for gift-giving to loved ones
and friends.
It's a time for forgiving and making amends,
with past enemies and greeting passersby.
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American Man
I am hated.
I am feared.
I am ridiculed.
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You tell me that You love me, everyday,
and never expect anything in return.
You awake me each morning, to the beauty
of a bright and glorious sun.
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Don't hold onto it.
Let it go.
Hatred, self-pity and revenge
are destructive and will not let you grow.
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Put it in the air
and let it travel on the breeze;
buzz words, cheap politics and reality TV.
Put it in the air
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