In celebration of Marla Taviano's whole: poems on reclaiming the pieces of ourselves and creating something new, we thought we'd offer a poem that is perhaps a good starting point of the whole idea in whole: finally and deservedly realizing you have to start by taking of yourself. Congrats Marla.
j-o-y
Jesus first
yourself last
others in between
for years and years
I denied myself and
picked up my cross
loved god
loved Jesus
loved my husband
my kids
my church
my neighbors
and if there was
anything left,
I’d love me
too bad there
was never
anything left
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Marla Taviano is into books, love, justice, globes, anti-racism, blue, gray, rainbows, poems. She reads and writes for a living (especially @whitegirllearning). She’s a mom to some freaking awesome kids, and wears her heart on her t-shirts. On a mission/ quest/ journey to live wholefarted (not a typo). She’s the author of unbelieve: poems on the journey to becoming a heretic and jaded: a poetic reckoning with white evangelical christian indoctrination, and whole: poems on reclaiming the pieces of ourselves and creating something new.
