And so it is….

September 10, 2010

I made you

I own you

Without me, you are nothing – less than human

Worthless

I made you

I own you

Without me, you are nothing – less than human

Worthless

I made you

I own you

Without me, you are nothing – less than human

Worthless

And so it is… just as you said

So goes my narrative

Fell from your lips like doctrine – blessed me

Laced your truths in my prayers

And so it goes…

You made me quiet

Placed your finger to my lips and said, “Hush”

Spoke silence into my existence

Burrowed into esophagus – stripped away sound

I hid my voice so deep in my lungs you couldn’t hear me breathing

Had me convinced that words are better left unsaid

Or better yet – bled on flesh

And so they were

You tattooed your lies across my flesh

And if you look closely, you’ll see how I haphazardly traced over them with my voice box cutter

Sometimes all I ever hear is bleeding

You own my pleasure

Crushed my clit in your fist

Claimed my cunt as your haven for you secrets, guns, knives

Ripped me open with your brooms, bats, bottles

But didn’t realize – I am more woman than my vagina

Extend pass the wounds of my cunt

The slump of my breasts

The curve of my hips

The breadth of my smile

Without you, I am nothing less than human

Skin and skull – body breathing

Flawed and fucked up but I am here

Discovered that brilliance is the act of surviving

With every breath, I survive

Found my sound in my breath – found my worth my sound

Discovered the melody of my bloodstream

Found the downbeat of my heart pump

I am flesh and bone, fragile skeleton

Rhythmically surviving

Rooted in the worth of my noise

I am human and therefore brilliant

I am human and therefore brilliant

I am human and therefore brilliant

I declare it and so it is…

By Jade

3 Responses to “And so it is….”


  1. Whoa! Extremely powerful. I can really relate to the “I made you” part as it is something I’m working on in therapy lately. Thanks so much for sharing this with us for THE BLOG CARNIVAL AGAINST CHILD ABUSE for our poetry section. I hope you join us again.


  2. My dad thought he owned me too. He never said it but he acted it out with his iron fisted control of everything in my life until I was 19 and ran away from home. Thanks for sharing.


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