A plumber doesn’t hesitate to say he’s a plumber.

A teacher confidently knows he’s a teacher.

A doctor is free to tell a crowd she’s a doctor.

No one questions the veracity of the identification. That person is who he or she is and no one blinks.

Now tell someone you’re a writer. You say it with a gulp because you may feel like a liar, an imposter, a poser.

Or tell someone you are a poet. You pray you are but what gives you the privilege to call yourself a poet?

Is it a case of “I write, therefore I am”?

Knock knock. Who’s there? Me. Me who?

That’s what I want to know.