I work for what is mine,
Every scar paid in full.
No man has the right
To claim the harvest
Of fields he never tended.
You kicked me down
And watched me break,
Mistook my silence
For surrender.
But rock bottom
Taught me how to stand—
Hands raw,
Back straight,
Eyes open.
I climbed without permission,
Built without applause,
And rose where you expected ruin.
What I earned
Is not your reward.
What I became
Is not your story to tell.
I own my labor,
My healing,
My name.
You don’t get credit
For my survival.
This life—
Every inch of it—
Is rightfully mine.
THE CEO THAT REFUSED TO SUMMIT
Jennifer Louise Jackson ❤️