Pig Latin is a way to talk in code.
A way to disguise your words.
Hidden from the clueless.
Groups like to invent their own language,
So they can secretly talk out in the open.
It’s like a glue that holds the group together.
It keeps the outsider excluded.
Sometimes it is filled with double meaning,
Often misunderstood.
The pig conjures up within me all sorts of feelings.
I’ve never forgotten my brother telling me:
“Don’t worry little piggy, you’ll grow up to be a hog one day.”
I was twelve and he was sixteen. I wasn’t fat or lazy.
In my mind, there was no comparison between a pig and I.
He meant no malice; he was a teenage boy.
My feelings about pigs have softened over time.
Long ago, I picked out a pig at Restoration Hardware.
It now holds a place of honor in my garden and in my heart.
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