Poem: Teacher

Written by empressjournee

Photo credit: Santi Vedrí

…………………..sorry I can’t remember, all your names,

I just can’t remember, you—your face:

—there were many wise souls; I did not know,

Who knew the game, some was young and some was old,

of the streets and how money flow;

yet, “I am thankful for the abc, math’s, algebra, english and history!

the memories of junior high had not sit well with me,

those years I was trouble,  the path I took had deceived me;

took me away from my greatest dream,

life seems hard to succeed in the loneliness of me;

thankful to mama, the village who taught me;

love and forgiveness was the greatest key:

that was the first lessons of my abc; the golden rule to be truthful,

own up to what I do, mind my own business, focus and be true to me!

“memories fade of the lessons you had taught me!”

shame had brought me to my knees; to forgive and love more,

the inner me: I am more grateful cause now I can see,

“that I had almost made it in life—great, so it seems!”

I am thankful—you step back and allowed me to dream;

to see the lessons I needed to bloom; to flourish in me!

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 God consciousness of my mind to see the greatness of his love. I consider myself a wildflower, singer, poet, writer, and a great performer. I am working on strengthening all areas of my gifts.