That I am invisible.
That I disappear into thin air when you take
my blankets, my food
and everything I own.
That I don’t want to come inside
If inside wanted me, I would go.
Offer me more than what I have
Offer me dignified housing
Offer me a home without an end date
A home that does not take every dollar I make
And I would go
That I want to live in squalor.
That I want to live without water or a bathroom
Without hot food, without safety
In fear and uncertainty
That I steal,
That I steal profits from businesses
and property values from owners
That I want charity
more than the right to live free
From harassment, from judgement
Is that some cannot see me
As their neighbor, their friend,
Valuable, capable, worthy
Of existing by them.
Is that some, maybe you
cannot see me at all.