Free

She learned silence
in the womb of
her mother’s screams

Becoming invisible
wasn’t hard
when no one wanted you
to exist. She became
proficient at
making herself small
around people she loved
because she learned love
was quiet & unassuming
like her daddy,
existing in the lining of
the life he created
from his cotton candy dreams.

That’s what he called it.
Cotton candy, sweet
at first.

So like him
she settled for
existing in places
where no one could
see her. Just one of
the lies she told
herself.

Then one day
she met a man
cuz that’s what happens
in a love story–
boy meets girl–
& this is a love story
in a way.

This man was intrigued
by her silence, he knew
there were stories in her
just waiting
to break free.

But a prisoner don’t hardly
know how to be free.
And she’d become a prisoner,
locked away in the fear
that if she ever spoke
loud enough to be heard
she’d start screaming too
like her mother.

And she couldn’t remember
a time when she
didn’t want to be
anything but
like her mother.

So she kept silent
No matter how
that man who loved her
tried to free her
she refused to be set free

Cuz a prisoner don’t hardly
know how to be free.

So that man, he
had no choice but
to buy his own freedom, but
he dropped the key
by the door of her cell,
even though
the door stood wide open
& he walked away.

So you see this is
sort of a love story
because there are stories
where love is an emotion
but just not enough
to buy freedom
cause freedom ain’t
always free &
a prisoner don’t hardly
know how to be free

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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