Excerpt from “Where the Journee Ends”

I opened my eyes on this particular morning with the image of the butterfly from my dreams fluttering vividly in my mind’s eye. It was the day that writing would come before anything else. As I brushed my teeth and stared at the reflection of myself in the mirror, I mused at the woman standing there. I was a long way from the rent-controlled apartment in the Bronx. It had been a longstanding unfilled promise to myself to pen this letter to my mother. Last night, before I went to sleep, I vowed

All My Life I had to Fight....

Is this statement as true for you as it was for Journee? Journee had to protect herself from many people. When Journee fought, she fought with rage, she fought for survival and for respect. Journee knew all too well about fighting. There was only one person that Journee feared and could never fight, but everyone else would pay for that. If you dared to test her, you would surely find out that Journee was not the one to mess with. For Journee, fighting was all she knew, and all she had.