

Raised in Wall Township, New Jersey, Poland attended Wall High School. By age 16, she had undergone surgery by having two ribs extracted to "rebuild her face." She continues to have injections to treat her jaw. Her condition impaired her ability to sing. Īt age 14, Poland was diagnosed with condylar resorption, a rare disease causing her jaw to essentially break apart.

She was introduced to her birth mother at age 13. Poland was adopted by her parents, Hartson and Tracy Poland, as a baby. In 2014, Poland retired her stage name and started a new project called LACES. She has released one full-length album and five EPs. She grew up in Wall Township, New Jersey and started playing guitar and writing songs at the age of 14. Her debut album Waves and the Both of Us was released on May 6, 2008. Most had mud dried thick across their clothes, and all came from the dark station's mouth with the spewings of trains behind, the clankings, thumpings, grindings, the sounds like great devils taking in breaths and blowing them out again.Jessica Charlotte Poland (born January 15, 1988) is an American singer-songwriter, better known by her current and former stage names, JPOLND, Charlotte Sometimes, and Laces. Some came on stretchers borne by whole and ordinary men, some hobbled and leaned on whole ordinary arms.

How could you dare to become a soldier, knowing that you might end like this? There were men like clowns with white heads, white arms, white legs, men with crutches, slings, and bloodied bandages, and all so distressingly like men you would expect to see walking down the street, two armed, two legged, in hats instead of bandages and suits of black not battered khaki.

It did not seem remote at all, nor did it fit with her vague ideas of war gained from those books of Arthur's she had read, with their flags and glory and brave drummer boys. But this disturbed her, the grotesque kind of circus that came now. Such things did not disturb her, and the war seemed quite remote. She was used to seeing the wounded men from the hospital with their bright blue uniforms and bright red ties, the colours, she thought, if not the clothes of Arthur's soldiers. “Charlotte was used to all the marks of war: the shabbiness of things, bad food, shop queues, posters about the war effort, people with worried faces, people dressed in black.
