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Yolanda Scott Poem
A Woman's Self-Worth, is highest among all, for it was a woman, God created, in thy divine holy image. Friendships, relationships, and holy matrimony, was God's blueprint, for all women.
Eve, the first wife and mother to all, was herself a motherless child, of God! God could have created children for Adam, but he chose to create a woman, to nurture his children.
Mother Teresa of Calcutta, (a religious leader), the Virgin Mary, (the mother of Jesus), both witnessed miracles, through spiritual divinity; And let us not forget the women of Galilee, who bared witness to the Messiah resurrecting.
First Lady, (Lady Bird Johnson), a great teacher, a humanitarian at heart. She was known for her gracious personality and hospitality, and she also campaigned against poverty.
First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt, I have to give mention, the first presidential spouse to speak at a national convention. She also advocated for civil rights of the African American people, as well as others. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, America's great mothers.
Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, Angela Davis, Maya Angelou, and First Lady Michelle Obama, just to name a few, had unbelievable courage, intelligence, beauty, and power too.
Young women be strong, handle your throne, A woman's self-worth is more than a thong, a short skirt, twerking in dirt. Mother Teresa, was a teacher, a missionary, a mother to all!
Don't lower yourself, stand tall.
"A Woman's Self-Worth"
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
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Yolanda Scott Poem
Glorious the days and the way
I share his praise
God sends his prayer warriors
to take away my pain
truth be told, his power lights my way
truth be told, I feel his presence as I pray
truth be told, he lifts me up everyday
truth be told, I'm giving God all the glory.
When I stumble I'm lifted up
God never lets me give up
when my body and mind is weary
God becomes the strength within me
truth be told, God hears my every prayer
truth be told, God feels my every tear
truth be told, he lifts me up everyday
truth be told, I'm giving God all the glory.
If you're going through some things
and your heart is feeling heavy
God will carry all your burdens
God will lift the weight right from you
truth be told, God is the alpha and omega
truth be told, God is the almighty creator
truth be told, he lifts me up everyday
truth be told, I'm giving God all the glory.
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2016
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Here I am, seating on my throne,
finally, where I want to be!
I knew as a child, that God loves all
an our savior had plans for me.
I was eight or nine
when God touched me,
and I started seeing clearly.
God created this world we live in,
and he set his people free!!!
The flowers, the trees, the animals,
and all human beings,
were regarded highest to our father,
in his land of the free.
I remembered the story "Noah's Ark"
and it all made sense to me.
The Ten Commandments,
God's written words,
the laws by which to lead.
My heart filled, with the sudden urge,
to help those in need,
to love all life, praise Jesus name,
and keep God forever within me.
God touched me!!!
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
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Yolanda Scott Poem
Every single day another lost soul
Fighting battles, no truth to be told.
Tears so heavy for all the lost babies.
Momma's baby, daddy's maybe,
God say a prayer for our souls
Fighting for wrongs to be made right
Praying to stay alive another night
Crooked politicians tainting our lives
The demise of God's creation
God say a prayer for our souls
Racial injustice not gone from our lives
Racism still the root of our nation
How much more can we lose
before It's too late to right the slate
the foundation of a nation
This world will not survive if we don't all love
what God created!!!
God say a prayer for our souls
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
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Yolanda Scott Poem
Grandma Annie was a sweet old lady
who would belt down a few
from her brew
Whenever I visited Grandma Annie
she always cooked up a new stew.
She loved her groundbeef
and would taste of the meat,
and all I could say was, "wholly"
I'll pass, grandma Annie,
when she offered me some,
I'm not eating nobody's raw meat
You have to test your meat
to make sure it's fresh
is what she would say to me
I would lift thy one eye
seeing brew in her eyes
and say your meat smells Just fine to me!!!
Many a nights with Grandma Annie
along with five more of her heirs
we had so much fun and love at her house
and was always very well cared!!!
"I miss u Grandma Annie Scott"
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
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Riding the rail cargo
blue sky's virgin eyes
suddenly a ride on the wild side.
Consumed like a passionate love affair
first sneaking around then a box unbarred.
There were several more boxes growing inside
tranquil the rush rolled up on the cool side.
Should I count the length of time?
Should I not forget the first box I tried?
I visited Salem, Newport how cool the breeze.
Marlboro & Winston wasn't for me
another box opened to my foolish feed.
it was Kool for awhile till my mind seemed to freeze.
So many boxes, many more did I breathe.
Next a very slim box, but a journey long
enjoying a mellow, vivacious breeze
in the Virginia mountains high
air so soft admiring a beautiful sky.
After a short while it was time to move on
just like the Old West Maverick was born.
Shoot-in toot-in smoke so thick
general warning the surgeon's threat.
A life of boxes adorned the family tree
It was the 2017 box that finally set me free.
No longer boxed in, living life tobacco free.
Quit smoking January 2018
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2018
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Does there exist a love
that could love you more
than the air you breathe
than the love before
than the very first love
that left your heart on fire
than the most powerful love
that only you desire
than the love that lifts you
to your highest height
than the love you fought for
than the love you long for
than the love you treasure
that no other can measure
than the light in your eyes
pray for each night
than the love that keeps you
than the love that endears you
is there a love out there
that can love you more
than your mind adores
than your body yearns for
that even when
your love is not there
no other love
can you bear
that's when you know
that love grows
Everyday I love you more.
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
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Yolanda Scott Poem
Sometimes I wish I could hold back my tears.
Like when I get hurt by someone dear
or when there's no one near
to comfort my fears.
Can't hold back my tears
when that miracle happens
and my heart is filled with joy
and I'm overwhelmed.
My very soul fills with cheer
and the tears begin to show.
Can't hold back my tears
when my ears listens to the things
not meant to hear,
and my throat begins to choke
fighting back a deep sear.
As my eyes become soaked
the flow slowly trickles my face.
Can't hold back my tears
when living and giving is a joy,
changing lives of others,
and the face is not a color,
just an expression of gratitude
and love for one another.
Can't hold back my tears
when in the beginning
the ending was already spinning
and time kept going and the universe
kept growing, out of control.
I wish I knew the exact date
before it gets too late.
Maybe the script could be
rewritten and we, the people,
could stop this mass destruction.
Can't hold back my tears
when babies and children are hurting,
families deserting one another,
money, drugs, and guns
now more important then life,
and I start to cry
for yet another innocent life taken.
"Can't hold back my tears"
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2017
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Why do you want to leave me standing alone
the once happy home, now half the throne
we stood together through thick and thin
the beautiful duo, together forever
walks in the park, dancing after dark
the love was golden we once shared
I felt the eyes of envy, what a beautiful pair
now you leave me feeling the despair
stepping off this way, I can't explain my pain
lying here broken, crying in shame.
why did you have to be the first
to touch me this way
joy of once love, now you displace
was it my cat like eyes that frightened you away
was it the confidence my walk displayed
that blurred my vision that dreadful day
I had fallen once before, but never this way
I let my guard down thinking you'd carry me always
today the disappointment is right in my face
but I will survive, I won't be defeated, maybe another day
I will stand strong, I will walk tall
I will never let the splints you cast keep me down.
I will heal in just 6 to 8 weeks.
A brand new ankle
I hope you will remember me.
"The Break"
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2016
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Sounds of fear ring out of control
in a world of many stolen souls.
I have no hold, no choice,
no sense of remorse to feel the lives I've stole.
My cold steel avenging lives once yours to hold
broken battered bodies splattered on thy floors
blood on thy hands
gun control a world's demise
lives once gifted now stolen senseless
Cries for thy mothers and thy fathers
as thy bodies turns cold, lives no longer matters.
Tears of fear, and generations of anger
continues to lurk near as thy guns control
more and more lives each year.
your cries I hear, thousands of echoes upon my metal.
I have no hold of those who control the barrel
The gun control bred by past aggression
now a world of sin's admission
a new generation target
of a united suicide mission.
Gun control genocide
a world fixated on mistaken needs
you now forsake the hearts that bleeds
killing precious lives, families in despair
for the thousands of lives I take each year
gun control to the stolen souls
By thy barrel many lives were chose
By choice were some, while others had none
In a world of voices, many words go unspoken
As life continues to spiral out of control
more and more bodies by my shells left broken.
guns placed in non parental hands
without parental control,
the innocent lives, once yours to behold
now stolen souls to gun control.
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
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