Author Archives: Rosalind Guy

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.

To Curse or Not to Curse

I recently suggested to one of my co-workers that she might enjoy reading one of my favorite books. After discovering that like food and men, we have very similar tastes in books, I was excited to offer her a list … Continue reading

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Our Song

Our song fills the air. It breathes, brings to life memories that once seemed forgotten, heaven still remains even though you are gone I stretch into the place we once lived, the place where we once loved. I am free … Continue reading

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100 Reasons Why I Love You

This poem has been in the works for many years. It’s still a work in progress, but I’m excited about what I have so far. I’m probably more excited because I have had the time, since I’m on winter break, … Continue reading

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Make It a Great Year

your lips touch mine and i shiver – is it memory or reality? warmth floods my body as i continue to discover new ways to reignite the fire of ghost kisses and feelings of love as gentle as hello –freewriting … Continue reading

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I Feel Like a Ghost

So many days have passed. So many hours have passed. So many minutes have passed. So many seconds… It’s been so long since I last posted on here that I feel like a ghost returning to a place I used … Continue reading

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Poem for the White Lady Who Couldn’t Stop Watching Me

What if I suddenly took off running like I forgot about my black skin & imagined I could simply exist without always remembering that my most deadly weapon is the color of my skin What if I decided that today … Continue reading

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The Fragility of Memory

the shock of casting a familiar gaze upon a strange face trapped in unrembering the life you want to continue to know to hold dear discovering that memory is fragile like a robin’s egg revealing a new life one where … Continue reading

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Untitled

Untitled By Rosalind Guy There were always too many of us sharing that one space Big Mama never turned anyone away never enough love to go around but always adequate space as long as we were all willing to share … Continue reading

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Blood on Your Fingers

The word no needs no translation or legislation just listen for the resistance and know tears and resistance are never signs of submission we never accepted the position you forced us into because we know you will one day claim … Continue reading

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The Beauty of Chaos

He stood for hours gazing into chaos A Banusic painting hanging on the wall of a museum or languishing in a friend’s hallway or some other space Later when he disappeared I knew he’d started to unfold himself into that … Continue reading

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