Poem: “Not Schooled very Well”

Written by empressjournee

Photo Credit: Milad Fakurian

Sometimes I get sad

When I am alone with myself

With those thoughts, that does not

Serve me very well:

I heard the echo of the past

Saying, “He don’t love you;

Take me instead!”

How foolish of I being afraid to say no,

In my brokenness: I knew then,

I had lost more of myself

Trying to prove to him,

That I am brave, that I love him–instead,

That which,  I could not find in myself!”

Chasing an illusion of love, from a so-called

Imposter—natty dread:

who despised himself, whose eyes are always

Seem to be distant, bleeding red,

Does not value, a young woman

Who think with her heart and not her head:

Sometimes I get so sad, that I was used,

Exploited, by being foolish, inattentive,

Not being gracious to myself

Not being schooled very well,

When I am alone in the silence,

When I am alone in my bed

Sometimes, ‘I get so sad,

That I was not schooled very well.

Empress Journee


About the author


I am a graduate of Medgar Evers College (M.E.C.); mother of three, grandmother and great grand. I love to read great books and listen to podcasts that uplift my consciousness; sharing historical view of the different shades of color, the various culture, the way we all are connected, the musical genius throughout the world and the works that are done to help us tap into ourselves and know that we are worthy. I also love to write poetry and sing. There was a moment that now phase in another aspiration of my life, I felt singing was a forum—a path to take, that helps to voice, express my thoughts, in time where I was struggling, battling something I did not understand and what I was going through; feeling unsupportive. Although, there was some support, especially from my love ones, the challenges I faced was mostly internal.
I am so grateful for the grace I have been given to be able to write my poetic thoughts, that is my freedom. I was a part of a journey that taught me lessons and motivate me that preparation is a must to face a world that may not be ready for a new rising star. Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry. I especially wanted to give honor to my mother who is no longer in the physical, as well as my natural father for the knowledge of health before he departed from this planet. Also, I would like to thank you my supporter for being on this journey with me even at times when the journey seems unclear. May we appreciate the blessings that has been given to us, as we continue to soar, as we reach a place of true jubilee.
Empress Journee