PERSON Poem: Piggy, by Nekesha Brown

You were always such a pig, all that was missing was the apple between your teeth.
You know I secretly loved it, even with the denial on my lips.
The laughter twinged with truth; we were the only ones in the loop.
I named you Piggy and you didn’t mind; you didn’t even try to change my mind.
Your protest, call me whatever you like “as long as you don’t call me late for dinner.”
Dinner, our favorite thing to do, you chopping vegetables and me criticizing everything.
I love who you are at the end of the night.
I let you hug me with all your might.
You love me the way that God loves the church and that’s alright.
I named you Piggy and you didn’t mind.
I love that because you were mine.

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