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.

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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Poem Reminiscing about when Love was True

If I’m completely honest with myself I would finally admit that I miss dearly that time when I could love openly that time when love glowed on my face like the sun on a summer afternoon when every day was … Continue reading

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Survey Says

Forty-five percent of men surveyed said they feel trapped in marriage/ so what does that say about the state of love has it been gentrified or marginalized or just abandoned Love like our brown girls seems to be missing but … Continue reading

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The Final Flight

I can’t remember whose idea it was which one of us chose flight for our first sojourn away    maybe the decision derived from mutual desires to face our fears head on or at least give it the old Facebook try … Continue reading

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Vocabulary of a Rapist

You cannot use kind words to fend off  a rapist even the romanticized rapist, when preceded with the adjective date – you must use vocabulary he understands curse     yell   scream otherwise he’ll use your cotton candy nos to choke you … Continue reading

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