POEM BY DONNA GIBSON

*Poem can be read from top to bottom and from bottom to top

Who am I what do you see?

Maybe You think that I’m not smart or maybe too lazy to work. Maybe you think I like camping full time or spit-bathing in a creek. I could say I am sometimes your neighbor; sometimes behind your shed is the only safe space to sleep

I mean no disrespect; I don’t want you to feel afraid. With every day I wake up with less and less sleep. I feel like I lose some part of who I am and who I thought I might grow up to be. At times I might look dirty or soaked through from the rain. Sometimes I don’t feel so good, but I walk on just the same. I always carry my bag; it has everything I own inside.

Who am I what do you see?