Lovers of the Dead

When did we become lovers of the dead?
Where did we learn to sugar coat early deaths?

Supplanting the celebrations of life in order to
make room for celebrations of lives unfinished.

How did we teach you that there was value in
dying in a blaze of glory rather than encouraging
you to write your own story?

When did we learn to yearn for the touch of lifeless
limbs as opposed to the touch of another warm body?

How did we teach you to value a black man dead
more than one living and breathing? Who
taught us this bullshit?

Who taught you that the tears of a black mother
belong in a glass jar on a shelf in a closet? Why
must we hide our pain from the world?

Who taught you to mourn publicly the passing
currency of the death of another black body?

Who taught you to seek validation through the
collection of black bodies, the accumulation of
skeletons for the mass grave in your thoughts?

Do you not hear the voices wailing from the ground?
Or see the blood soaking the dirt under the silent
weight of the quiet love of dead black bodies?

Peace & Love,


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:
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