Gabbi Lobo

Gabbi Lobo is a participant in Poetic Portraits, an intergenerational creative project to showcase the creative talent and diverse life experiences of different generations in Monash.

Gabbi Lobo loves to read a good rant, an impassioned article, or anything that allows her an insight into the mind of the creator, no matter how unhinged.

Currently enrolled in the Graduate Diploma of Writing and Publishing at RMIT, she hopes to amplify the voices of those around her and share stories of community. You can find her writing, rollerskating, or cuddling her cats.

Lego Playground

A piece doesn’t fit

Quite right

Since you left

If I try to fix it

I fear

It will fall apart

It feels wrong

To rebuild

Without you

How am I to know

If the pink slide goes

On the right

Or the left

Whole

I wished I had my father’s eyes

His humour and his wit

I wished I had my mother’s courage

Her ego and her grit

I wished I had my sister’s clothes

Her figure and her hair

I wished I had her personality

I wanted her to share

I wished I had my best friend’s life

Her popularity and her name

I wished I was as likeable

I wanted to be the same

I wished I had my ex’s drive,

His confidence and his charm

I wished we didn’t break up

I wanted to disarm

But now I wish,

If I only could have seen

My wishes kept me from

The person I could have been

I may not have my sister’s personality,

Or her curly hair,

I may not have my best friend’s name,

Or my ex’s care

But I do have love and kindness

Strength for the lows and the highs

I have everything I need within me

And I even have my father’s eyes