My New Parents Are Monsters

My New Parents Are Monsters! By Johana Britt My new parents are monsters! They're creepy and weird. I don't understand their monster ways, But they love me very dear. I remember the day we met one another. It was funny, crazy, and deep, Deep as the ocean and wide as the sea. You can't say we're wrong—we love each other. We're free, That's what I say. My monster parents, they love to play. They fly and they leap and they soar. Boy do they soar through the sky! Sometimes I can see their hearts beat faster Whenever they fly by. Good times and bad, That's what my parents have. But even those bad times Aren't really so bad. My parents are different, And some folks can't see Why they let me live with these monsters. That's just so…scary! But I don't mind, because they love me. They hold me tight and sing me to sleep. My monster parents are the very best parents— The best you'll ever meet. When they play hide and go seek, It's hide, and hide and go seek. I'm the winner all the time, And hey, you wanna know why? Because my parents are monsters, And monsters just can't hide! But I can. I'm great at what I do. I can even hide in the cabinets And watch them walk past me, Into the kitchen and through. Oh, but I never tell them Where my hiding spots are. And when they yell, "I give up!" I wait 'til they're quiet and far, When they can't see I creep out all smiles, Never stepping too loud, 'Cause my folks hear for miles. I love them and they're sweet, Sweet like the candy That you chew on a Sunday, Or sometimes all week. My monster parents, Naw, they can't be beat. They're the champion parents. I love them—trick or treat. Monsters or no monsters, They're good for me! We take trips, and we go out, And boy can my parents eat! Sometimes we go to their land overseas, Where they have lots of veggies and tons of meat. I tell my monster parents, "I'm a cave girl, r-r-r-r-ah-r-r-r! I love meat!" And they just laugh with me And say, "Girl, you deep." The only thing I can't understand Is why everyone hates my folks. Is it because they're not A woman and a man? That's what my friends say— "They're monsters, you can't tell? It's supposed to be a man and a woman. That ain't right, can't you tell?" And I say, "No, I never knew it mattered." I thought parents were parents, who love you and care. And there's jillions of different people, Lots of 'em living out there. You have Asian, Italian, African and Dane... They have different ways, But they all do the same. They care for their kids and treat them like gumdrops, And sugars, and sweet candy things. My parents love me, I know that for sure. And why should that ever change? But you know what? I don't really care 'Bout anything those people are saying out there. 'Cause at the end of the day they don't see The love in my house 'tween my monsters and me. They don't see all the things My sweet parents do, And they don't feel what I feel, When they say, "We Love You." So I'm proud of my parents. Don't care what they are, or what they might be, 'Cause at the end of the day, Guess who loves ME? My monster parents!