I asked the students to write about someone they saw often, but might be afraid of, or intimidated by. Get inside that person's head, I told them. Write about what he or she thinks and regrets and longs for and hopes.
I hear people talking about me saying
other people look at me. I'm just
minding my own business riding my bike
What did I do to them to make them
call me field rat? I'm just a nice old
lady. I wanted to be treated like they wanted
to be treated. I know everybody is different
and we don't look a like but I want to be treated
how they get treated.
I walk around Hastings always drinking
at Tang's. I fell asleep at the barber shop
and got a mohawk.
I'm always being talked
about because of some
of my bad habits,
but it's addicting I just can't stop.
People talk and talk about
me behind my back saying
I'm a bad influence. I just
want someone to love and
cherish who would be my
friend forever till the
end of days. It's hard that's
all I can say.