Telling It Like It Is
Being homeless is having mom pick us up from school in the middle of the day with no warning and finding everything at home mostly packed and we are moving to another state.
Being homeless is not getting to say goodbye to any of my friends.
Being homeless is sleeping in a van when it is super cold and there are holes in the van because dad crashed it. It is really crowded with three kids and mom and dad and dad’s friend Joe.
Being homeless means riding the bus late on a school night because we are staying at dad’s friend D’s and we have to go there late so the manager won’t see us
Being homeless means attending twelve schools by sixth grade.
Being homeless is being in a shelter and mom not sticking to her word to stay away from dad even though she was told and warned not to see our dad again. I felt we could have gone on and had a better chance but she felt she had to go back. Since she did go back we were homeless again.
There were times I sort of wanted to hide it. I was disappointed we were homeless and I felt it was my fault because I was the first one born and my mom could have had a better life and waited and had me later. I know it is not my fault, but I feel like it is.
Being homeless is moving around a lot and making new friends to start with and getting all excited and finally getting the hang of things and figuring out how everything works and then it’s gone.
Changing schools so much just made me feel really dumb. It made me way behind and I didn’t want to participate. It made me a shy person and I’m not like that at all.
Since we were homeless we had to stay at other people’s houses and they would kick us out and there was a lot of fighting about it.
When people decided to kick us out we would have nowhere to go and we would just walk around all night. We would go to the playground because there was a light there.
When we were homeless there was a lot more drama that would start as an argument and go into big time fighting.
One time there was Joseph and Joseph’s girlfriend Cici. Mom and Cici got really drunk and tried to leave and take us kids with them. Everyone got into a big huge fight. The worst part was seeing the women get hurt.
The last place we were staying was on the reservation with my auntie. All the houses out there are pretty much dirty and there is lots of trash in the yards but one day we went walking on a really long walk and we started to see these nicer houses that got nicer and nicer and no trash in the yards and my auntie said it was white people and she got really mad and she kept saying why did these white people say this is our land and now they come and live here. Lots of people were staring but she just kept saying why did the white people come here and I was just like there you are a Native preacher telling it like it is.
By Baby A age 13 as told to her grandmother Leslie B