Photo credit:  Kingsley Osei-Abrah

Sometimes I find myself

Deep into emotion of a rooted past;

Self-talk, that form tears,

Seeping from my eyes, my soul weeps,

at times: dripped from various ‘ism,’

Makes me wanna holler, scream—cuss,

Instead I laugh out loud to the Universe

Then I sigh, plead for change in me—my mind:

Let peace and love reign within,

Thank God for drying my eyes!

Empress Journee