MISS PIGGY
They were my names
written in ink
my labels that were burned into me
for years.
Children would run in a panic
for CAT has TOUCHED them
i have gotten them sick with my "disease."
I was an easy target,
MEOW at a 9 year old,
make her feel good about herself,
call her COW.
A child merely developed before her time
i was not worse or different,
yet still segregated and discriminated.
i still cry
because the cuts and bruses left behind
bleed purple and ache to the touch.
do not mistake my demeanor with confidence
its a mask i put on
to hide whats inside
i will not let you hurt me again,
any of you
demon children
that i see lurk the halls
to this day
with scowls on their faces
and daggers pointed at me
i will not let them stab me
i am armour,
impenetrable
your saber will bend at my strength
you no longer can hurt me,
i am no longer your Miss Piggy.