Poem: Prisoners

Written by empressjournee

Photo credit: Asher Legg

I visit you in my innocence:

not looking for a husband nor a friend;

sing songs of hope to make a difference,

did not know the night mare you endure;

the dark hole within—you fought,

to prove your innocence:

still trap by the imprisonment;

behind bars, i saw victory—you,

with pure conscience:

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe I was right.

Maybe in you was mischief.

My thoughts then—still now,

scream in silence:

Stand tall.

Do right.

Fight to stay alive!

I did not know then, the weight you carried:

for freedom;  to protect you, protect me,

to protect the innocent: I know now,

the battle you fought, was too deep to see:

the absence of love was all that you need!

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 higher God consciousness of my mind to see the greatness and love in me. I consider myself a wildflower, singer, poet, writer, and a great performer. I am working on strengthening all areas of my spiritual gifts. Peace and Blessings!