I am a spoken word artist passionate about uplifting others and speaking truth to our identity instead of the lies spread through our culture. You can find more of my work at Facebook.com/jeanettehickmanpoetry and on YouTube, search "Jeanette Hickman Poetry".
"When the Japanese mend broken objects, they increase the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful."
You have been told too many tall tales about your identity Sold the notion you are nothing Persuaded you're pathetic Undeserving of Gods presence Presented with the ingrained idea that this is all that's left and you only get leftovers So you cling to the scraps of sorta compliments and the tattered rags we call riches here
A tidal wave of worthless And you drown in it Sink under the water heavy weight of your sin, Confident only in your crime Or left feeling like the victim, You are bombarded by the message that you don't matter And lies layered upon lies that shout your mistakes are your makeup
Beloved wake up The truth is There are gold lined cracks that reside within you And you are worth more than this world would redeem, not made to parade around in a pawn shop, but a castle
You are a treasure chest Withered by wind and rain and sea There are secrets locked inside you You, who are the X on the map whose dotted lines lead back to Creation And the Creator rallied a rescue mission to retrieve you For he is the only one who holds the key
And your brain might be bubbling up with little thoughts of insufficiency “I am nothing. I am worthless. I AM NOTHING”
That sinister voice is the Pillager He who steals and destroys Using ploys to tickle your eardrums with truth undone Unwinding your very value His pockets full of profit from your self-doubt and disgust “In God we mistrust” is his anthem And he’s sneaky A boombox in your brain Creeping into your cranium like a era-repeated jukebox song HE IS WRONG. SHUT HIM OUT AND MOVE ON.
I know you've been hurt Struck down, maimed, and made to feel society's sting But you have history knit within Past wounds are wound together by threads of gold centuries old A millennium of minutes, cells that end and rebirth again And your broken pottery pieces are made all the more a masterpiece when the master rebuilds you
Listen The heartache rips and tears of your past does not lend you damage It gives you more value There will be no downgrading your existence You are worth more than hand-me-down happiness and backyard baselines You are worth life You are worth sacrifice For God so loved the world For God so loved the world that he GAVE Sacrificed his only son Divinity turned human He humbled himself to give you your crown The only stipulation that you bow down Kneel low in recognition of the authority of the king By the power vested in He Arise Nobility Knighted in glory and adorned with his crest Royalty runs through your veins Trumps all your pains Trumpets declare in the heavens that you are the lineage of God
And Whether you daily do right or wrong You have a story that resounds like no other song
So stand up straight As straight as the cross No curves in your spine because you are aligned with Christ
You are diamonds Not covered in coal You were not built to be burned We were grown to glow, like lights on a hill Shining brightly bejeweled Gems that stand the sands of time So shine, beloved, shine