State of Double Consciousness

A poem in the works, one that has layers of subtle meanings and what you think you’re reading is not really what you’re reading.

I’m the smile offered up as a sacrificial lamb
I’m the scrubs worn on the golf course
I’m the sideways glance that tries to relay
the message I’m one of the good ones
I’m the vile and empty translation of myself
totally emptied so that you will accept me.

I exist in the state of Double Consciousness.

Of knowing that I deserve better but that,
for now, with you I must settle. Not like when
the pilgrims settled where the Indians already lived
more like that scenario but reversed. In this case
I am the one who is native and indigenous
and being killed slowly. No matter how good I am
I will never be enough. This marriage of the minds
an institutional land mine, a massacre of my soul.

Like estranged lovers we’re struggling to build
a future on the lies that became the foundation
on which we rest. We are ignorantly bliss. Or
maybe that’s just you because there are days when I
feel like I am your tired, your hungry, your poor
I need more but you are righteously blind
to my needs.

I exist in a state of Double Consciousness.

It’s been clear, as in I’ve always known, that you
don’t love me, the shallow superficiality you call love
transcends all your futile efforts to lull me into
silent acceptance of the deformed misanthropy you
call love. Was it you who misspoke or did I
mishear you?

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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