So I’m supposed to be a writer
though really, it’s no big deal
at least my family indulges me
with looks of pity it’s surreal

with no real books to carry
there’s nothing for me to show
but black print on some tablet
just strings of words that I know

It’s what I tell myself each morning
as I sit in front of a screen
that I really am a writer now
It’s all I’ve ever been

Since I was a little girl
spinning all my stories with glee
so let me tell myself I’m a writer again
hoping it’s the same thing everyone sees