The Piggy Project
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
Comments (7)
Oof this hit me so hard! Such an emotional Haiku!
Wow, this one really packs a punch & lingers on the pallet. Just three lines, eleven words, seventeen syllables to inform a lifetime & one's entire existence.
Wow! So much said in so few words!
I felt this! Love it.
Very relatable. Great work!
What a visual that created. I felt that one!
Another of those so relatable and wish they weren’t relatable poems! Lovely work Joelle ❤️✨❤️✨