I Came to Teach, Not to Bury Your Dead

We lost another one and…the story goes on.

death is a hooligan
misanthrope. killer.
claiming the lost nation.
lost boys. one funeral then
one more. must i drown
in tears before you see
i only came to teach?
i didn’t come to bury
your dead. like a mother
i see the crust of sleep
in the corner of their eyes.
how long have they been
asleep? if i shake them
will they care? my spittle
is not disrespect. mama
always used to clean
our face that way.
we could never
seem to get it right. love
moved her hands to her lips
where she could dab a little
spit and use it to clean
a dirty face. hold still.
don’t move. it’s all in love.
i want to change your mindset,
not you. i love you. always
have. always will. i string together
words to save you but you can’t
read can you? how can i get you
to see i came to teach,
not to bury your dead?
i will not carry the corpse
of another young black boy’s
soul. too many to count.
outnumbered. the stars
have nothing on the bodies i see
piled up. darkness. the
corpses obstruct the view
of the stars. makes a fence
around our souls and we
can’t see beyond today.
you smell of despair or
is that me? sometimes
i feel so confused.
the mud underneath
my fingernails should prove
that i don’t hate you.
never did. would i help you
bury your dead if i didn’t
love you?

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

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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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