Photo credit: Jude Beck
Great intelligence, give me the words
—you want me to say:
Let poetic scripture flow as parables
from my tongue—with grace,
You formed me with no bias: single hand
less than a day:
thanks for your son who never betray
‘You, father: begin again as you convey;
The cross stain with blood.
many weep when you pass away
u prove them wrong
when u rise on the third day,
to restore us from sin
now we celebrate: especially on Christmas,
A very special day.
Empress Journee
This bio will be short. I am a graduate of Medgar Evers College. Mother of three and grandmother. I love to read and write poetry.
To those who have been a great support in reading my website and those who just came across this poetry this will be the ending of my poetic journey for now. I hope there will be a new chapter in my life that will be a success and inspired people to be far better in their thoughts, words and deeds. I am working on myself and it’s been hard.... yet I am getting there. When I began my poetry, I felt so deeply inspired. Now when I write I just write (feeling burned out of all that has occurred and is occurring) and I am feeling as if my poetry isn’t moving in the manner that I feel it should because I have not place myself in a position to be active reading my poetry at live venues for my own personal reason. I wanted to thank those who took the time to read my poetry especially my love ones. Thank you for being on the journey with me. Peace and blessings.
Empress Journee
