My Heart Bleeds (Revised)

I posted the first draft of this poem some weeks ago; here’s the revised version.

My heart bleeds
4 the daughters who
I didn’t birth naturally,
no bruised flesh birth &
no bloated feet birth &
no stretch marks birth &
no result of being fucked birth.

I birthed them thru
the words I created
4 them.
Words 2 tell my daughters
how I came 2 love them
when
I didn’t birth them or
nurse them.

Sometimes I wanna
scream & holler 4 all
the shit my daughters
have 2 go thru.

When I hear how u
beat my daughter so u
wouldn’t feel less a man;
u left her crumpled
&
with the blues flowing thru her veins:
askin’ how u can luv her
when
u leave her so black & blue.

I just wanna scream at u
how fuckin’ dare u
put ur hands on her me she
2 do anything but luv her me she
when we deserve to B treated
oh so carefully so
don’t u dare put ur
hands on me her she
2 smash me her she
in the face—SMASH it,
that’s what u say when
u hav ur woman ur way
so
why r we surprised when
u don’t view us as a prize
but as a trophy ‘cuz
clearly there’s a difference.

I’m not tryna B mean
but dammit
how dare u let that
motherfucka touch ur
daughter in that way,
the way only her husband
should know her, not ur
husband or baby daddy or
just him.

&

My heart bleeds
when I think of the things
our daughters do 2 try &
B free 2 indulge in childish
things like straight hair weaves,
big butt cheeks hanging out of
daisy duke jean shorts & being free
2 sleep with whomever she pleases
‘cuz “if you please,” it’s my business
who I sleep with. It just makes me wanna
scream 2 see my babies this way,
but u don’t seem 2 B able 2 see
that shit do stink
when our girls think
they were created to take
care of others while no one
takes care of them, to be abused
while no one protects them &
my heart bleeds ‘cuz I wanna
protect them all, and hell, I
wanna B the one 2 tell them
“I love you girl, so lean on me.”
But, first, I’m gonna need
someone 2 be there 4 me
so
until then I guess my heart will
continue 2 bleed 4
the daughters I didn’t give birth
2
& that includes me.

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

bleeding heart

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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2 Responses to My Heart Bleeds (Revised)

  1. TearBecomeJoy says:

    Absolutely loved that felt every inch of this piece. Please follow me back and if you can help support me by viewing my pieces re blogging commenting I’m new to the blogging scene but I’ve been writing spoken word for a while nw. I appreciate you

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