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Poem: A Different View

Written by empressjournee

Photo Credit:  Belinda Fewings

There was a Rasta man I love

But I felt he did not love me,

He said not much

He did not much

With Him and I

Still, I hung in there

Hoping our love was true:

I did not know how to fight

For Him to show that I value Him

I did not know my worth

Even when his presence came off

Dismissive to my liking:

There was a Rasta man I love

Created no songs to my heart

That would bring great harmony

True revelation of his thoughts

True revelation of his heart

Still, I hold on to the dream

That was not real, of Him and I;

Together—not knowing,

Something was amiss:

Not knowing I am the pearl

I am the gift—that I missed:

Life journey proved that we both

Weren’t true, left my world

With a different outlook

With A different point of view

There was a Rasta Man I love

He is still present.

Empress Journee

About the author

empressjournee

I am a graduate of Medgar Evers College (M.E.C.); mother of three, grandmother and great grand. I love to read great books and listen to podcasts that uplift my consciousness; sharing historical view of the different shades of color, the various culture, the way we all are connected, the musical genius throughout the world and the works that are done to help us tap into ourselves and know that we are worthy. I also love to write poetry and sing. There was a moment that now phase in another aspiration of my life, I felt singing was a forum—a path to take, that helps to voice, express my thoughts, in time where I was struggling, battling something I did not understand and what I was going through; feeling unsupportive. Although, there was some support, especially from my love ones, the challenges I faced was mostly internal.
I am so grateful for the grace I have been given to be able to write my poetic thoughts, that is my freedom. I was a part of a journey that taught me lessons and motivate me that preparation is a must to face a world that may not be ready for a new rising star. Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry. I especially wanted to give honor to my mother who is no longer in the physical, as well as my natural father for the knowledge of health before he departed from this planet. Also, I would like to thank you my supporter for being on this journey with me even at times when the journey seems unclear. May we appreciate the blessings that has been given to us, as we continue to soar, as we reach a place of true jubilee.
Empress Journee