Why Me?

Is it because I am not of sound mind

or solid body? Could it be that I’m

grubby and haven’t bathed in weeks?

Why, I ask, would you want to take a

picture of me? Is it because I am so

obnoxiously different from others on

this street, not having a job, a wife or

a decent place to sleep? Why me,

because I’m cold, hungry and alone,

staggering on my feet? Do the scars

on my face freighten you, make you

nauseous, make you wonder how this

embittered life of mine came to be?

Why in God’s name or hellfire’s

eternal damnation would you want to

take a picture of me? Could it be because

I’m a little white, a little black, part Hispanic,

a Native American half breed, unfit to fit

suitably into respectable society? Por favor,

Man, think you might spare some change

so’s I can get me something to eat?

Yes!

Chris Hanch 10-31-17