Piggy Bank Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

My body is a casing full of emotions the same way
My piggy bank was full of coins as a little girl
I haven't yet found a use for it
But I'll tell you what,
I want to do away with it
But everything I've tried so far has failed me

Then there's sorrow lining my skin
There's pain filling me up to the neck
I have purged myself with tears
Poured myself out for days and days
But I remain a sack full of pain, full of sorrow
I don't know what to do with myself so I sleep all-day
and cry all night