Poem: Sad Faces

Written by empressjournee

Photo credit:  Audrey M Jackson

…………stare, look weary, tired,

some are silent, some observe,

as you pass by: there are boundaries,

only the elite, a few—the experience,

knows why; some wish to deny—a new face,

an inquisitive mind, a new hope,

that may bring to a shadow country,

—a new light, to the lost hope,

The fire, the out spark, of their eyes;

as you hear, “God is good,” all the time:

“Good Morning, how are you?”

“I am good, well, and you?

Politely with a half-smile;

yet a glimpse from their eyes

— the south history, tells tales

of its great big lie.

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!