Dear francewah

Written by empressjournee

Photo credit: Luis Cortes

You said, “I am your friend, where are you then?”

you said others used me, this I would agree!

“Did u not do the same—for your gain?”

Or was it the enemy I misread?

Dear francewah,

I hear your voice ringing in my head,

Saying, “I am your friend!

—you grin

“Go away, for I do not trust you again!”

I am left to face silent echoes; hurricane—music,

The lessons you taught me, “that I misread,”

Your invitation— I was not worthy to be wed,

I whisper I forgive u, forgive me, for being mislead

Is that true—No I said!” A fool was I,

u wise soul; “moved on to fresh meat!

and we will do this thing again and again,

aren’t you tired? its’ time for you to retire

while I face—the haunting fibs in my head!”

Empress Journee











About the author


I was born in Jamaica West Indies, immigrated to the United States of America at the tender age of ten. I've had the great privilege as an uprising reggae singer to perform as an open act for various great singers like Dennis Brown, Calypso Rose and others I admired. I also had the great opportunity to meet Dr. Bettye Shabazz and other great leaders. Because of my divine supreme using giants and various people to help develop within and allowed the God consciousness of my mind to see the greatness of his love. I consider myself a wildflower, singer, poet, writer, and a great performer. I am working on strengthening all areas of my gifts.