​by: Shanice Brown 
 
Battle Scars 
Everybody's got them whether prominent 
Or not, 
Easily seen or not.
They mar the surface of our bodies,  
Our hearts or just the simple complexity of 
 Our intellectual minds.
Battle scars 
Whether stripes like the tiger, 
Dreams that reflect horror films 
Or just the thoughts of our deepest fear,
We all bear them and learn to survive with them. 
Whether or not we were able to control  
the situations that caused these scars  
But we live with the story and the  
expectancy of being more broken in the  
eyes of society. 
But even Society itself is broken 
Baring its battle scars 
Trying to fit the mold it built for itself. 
Battle scars,
everybody’s got them.​

by: Shanice Brown
​Till death do us part
​But after death we got closer
Because you loved me to death
And thought of me when no one else did

​Your blood shed for me
To set my captive soul free
Then, you set my soul on fire
​Showed me, my beauty in you
Healed my broken heart

You gave me your love unconditionally
Despite my many unwavering conditions
​Your heart of gold captured
My heart of stone
And O' you made me whole

Now your saving grace
​Abide with me
Our hearts connected 
Our love everlasting

No end
​to Our Beautiful Love Story.

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