elderly mother and son on the beach

Ordinary people often lead extraordinary lives and their life experience does not often find its way into poems. Rita Ann Higgins grew up in poverty and reflects on this in Some People, a poem that is angry, defiant, sometimes funny and always honest. In How to Grow Your Own Poem Kate Clanchy invites us to construct a similar poem about our own experience. I knew poverty growing up in the 1950s. Not the absolute poverty of destitution and homelessness, but the daily grind of a family struggling to make ends meet on a dock labourer’s wage, making do with second best and sometimes doing without.

However, when I tried to write an angry, defiant poem it turned into a love poem to my mam. At least it’s honest. Here it is.


SOME PEOPLE

Some people know how it feels
To be poor
To be dressed in someone else’s clothes
To play with their toys at Christmas and
To be told, “That’s my bike,” by the neighbour’s daughter.
To play at explorers under a tented table where you have
To be quiet so the outlaws don’t find you.
(when it was the rent man, tallyman, milkman come for their money, 
tapping on the window and fooled by a net curtain cloak)
To lose the letter for the school trip because “We couldn’t afford it, Mam,” and
To be clouted for her shame.
To be raised so that you cried when you found a penny and couldn’t find its owner.
To know that holidays were for other people and not to mind.
 
And some people do not know how it feels
To be so loved that I never knew I was poor.

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  1. Dani Cobb read this poem out at the Eastbourne Cost of Living Crisis Protest 12th Feb

    “My home is *icking freezing

    I can’t afford the heat

    I can’t afford my *icking life

    I can’t afford to eat!

    It’s shyte to have these problems

    While the rich are getting more

    I need to get some money

    It’s a killer being poor!

    I used to have a good job

    I never knew hardship

    But it started to deteriorate

    When my health took a big dip.

    And now I can’t afford to live

    But I’m really scared to die

    I really hate this world sometimes

    But I know I have to try.

    Try to get myself better

    Get a better paying job

    Oh life is just one big headache

    When your name is Dani Cobb!

    Life right now is very tough

    And set to get much tougher

    We need to make some changes now

    Or many more will suffer.

    We need to cap the cost of fuel

    And also tax the wealthy

    We need to have some empathy

    We need to all stay healthy.

    So come on people listen up!

    Here’s what we need to pass

    We need to oust this government

    Before we ALL fall on our arse!!

    TORIES OUT!!”

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