Selected Poems From Jenny Olson

Jenny Olson wants her words to make people feel and think. From human trafficking to freedom, addiction to recovery, from abuse to redemption. She is a survivor of complex trauma; a widow making her way in a brave new world. She fought her way out of the streets of NYC to a career in corporate America and went to college, eventually earning a doctorate in Business Administration.

An emerging poet, she writes about hard things that people have done to them. Or do to themselves. Those things people don't talk about, much less write about. But to those women still stuck and imprisoned in these worlds, they need a voice and she intends to be that voice. And for those who don't know these worlds, read and learn.

 Published in various online journals and publications, and anthologies. , Instagram @jackieowendouglas

i am so glad i found you

for way too many years i had only one

i am so glad to be sharing

and knowing that i am not alone

survivors

hell of a word

hell of a thing to be

i lived many years afraid

i would be found out

and now i wonder why

being a survivor is what made us

made us stronger

made us unbreakable

made us appreciate the light

after years in the dark

made us appreciate good people

after the pain 

and finding those we can heal with

find those lights

find the others

let's all remember we

are free now

we are queens now

we deserve it all

and appreciate

the priceless gift of life

and know what made you a survivor

is what will keep you going and doing

becoming new women

and fuck them all

who made us 

i won't forget the ones who made me

and fuck them all

and we will do this because we are the

survivors

Jenny Olson 08/22/23

Jenny Olson Poet © 2023

to get out you have to run

run fast

faster still

you take that chance

when you can

when the time is right

you've been waiting

for years for

that right time

when he's gone

when courage is there

run fast

faster still

scared to go scared to stay

need to run

time time is right

you start running

 

you stop, look back

like Lot

grab baby

then gone, gone, gone 

but he knows

not gone for good

he was right, came back

every fucking time

came back to him

and it was worse

for the running

but you kept looking

run fast

faster still

took his death to stop

all the damn running

no one to run from

no one to run back to

freedom

damn she's an old lady now

but free

Jenny Olson 9/25/23

Jenny Olson The Poet  © 2023

you brought it home

you thought it would be fun

spice things up a bit, even a hooker needs fun, right? 

let's add something to sex besides cocaine

a fucking so, so nice leather collar for my neck…

     with spikes

you brought it home

you thought it would be fun

oh, and there's a leash as well

a collar for my neck

you brought it home

you thought it would be fun

my heart sank, you had no clue

a collar to my neck

you brought it home

you thought it would be fun

i'd call you daddy and be your little dog

a collar for my neck

my soul died a bit that day

when you brought it home

you thought it would be fun

another way to kill me

Jenny Olson 8/6/23

Jenny Olson The Poet

Published LEO Literary Journal Fall 2023

Can't breathe

Chest pounding

Head hurts

Is she sick?

Woke up from her slumber

To some new hell again

The weight of hundreds of men

Laying across her body

Their tongues

Their hands

Their cocks

Takes her breath away

Can't breathe

Chest pounding

Head hurts

Is she sick?

Woke up from her slumber

So many years later

Victimless crime?  Fuck she says

They all went home

Gathered their briefcases

Caught the train or plane

And moved on

Can't breathe

Chest pounding

Head hurts

Is she sick?

Woke up from her slumber

To a neverending nightmare

Jenny Olson 8/5/2023