This poem discusses how the speaker's past experiences are lodged in their bones, forming their identity. While others may have endured greater hardships, the traumas the speaker faced were formative for who they are. The bones are truly theirs alone, a part of them that cannot be replaced or altered by another. The speaker emphasizes that they will remain true to who their bones, and the experiences that shaped them, have made them.
This poem discusses how the speaker's past experiences are lodged in their bones, forming their identity. While others may have endured greater hardships, the traumas the speaker faced were formative for who they are. The bones are truly theirs alone, a part of them that cannot be replaced or altered by another. The speaker emphasizes that they will remain true to who their bones, and the experiences that shaped them, have made them.
This poem discusses how the speaker's past experiences are lodged in their bones, forming their identity. While others may have endured greater hardships, the traumas the speaker faced were formative for who they are. The bones are truly theirs alone, a part of them that cannot be replaced or altered by another. The speaker emphasizes that they will remain true to who their bones, and the experiences that shaped them, have made them.
is not a lie it’s not a lie I tell you it is not it’s nothing short of truth and nothing larger my past lodges in my marrow and if I wanted a transplant There’d be no match Others’ sorrows dwarf my petty traumas still these bones are mine when they creak when they moan when they whine there’s only one thing I can claim these bones are mine I tell you they are mine and kind to abandon no thing that makes this pulse no one but me.