Poem: Broken Lives are Being Mended, Surely on the Rise

Written by empressjournee
Photo Credit: Martin Marek

I was raised by a broken system and broken lives

that appear wealthy, that seems selfish,
varies at times, sees no color barriers,
no color lines: even when there were faded smiles,
inflated egos, some of the times:

i was raised by a broken system, broken lives

that seems to have, more than a billion,
more than a million lives:
still, I tried to blend in, 
with a diverse family,
that seems in favor of one’s presence,
eloquent, gifted, different, 
that seems amazingly kind:

i was raised by a broken system and broken lives

that break hearts, and disrupt once mind:
and music gives hope, recite stories of the struggle,
of one’s history and of the present times:
to right the wrongs, to help us push forward,
make known of one’s motive, as we rise:

i was raised by a broken system and broken lives, 

that discipline those who may seems different,
untrustworthy, who may seems unkind;
when one is out of character, one is out of line,
sometimes unrecognized:

i was raised by a broken system, broken lives,

that I hope to see freedom for all lives grow wiser,
respectful, win big, succeed, think positive,
i tell myself, like the blooming sunrise:
through the strength of a mighty God, I get up,
will myself, to live, and imagine myself,
like the great sun rise: speaking sweet jewel words
of love within this frame of my mine, that ‘I am bless,
i am joyful, ‘I am at peace, I am kind, I am grateful,
that I am one of the stars that glimmer in the sky,
that the sun still shine, that broken lives
are being mended, as I lay my head at nights.

© 2023 Empress Journee

About the author


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