Cry
You said things you didn't mean.
His feeling you hurt.
But he never listens to what you have to say.
Trying to wash dishes, it just gets to you.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just finish the dishes and walk away.
Here he goes again.
You don't do anything, he says.
Yes I do, you say.
What? What do you do...
get on the computer?
watch t.v.?
play around? he shouts.
Homework, you say while fighting back the tears.
Trying to make sure I have a better life, you say.
What you need to do is clean, he says.
Is he for real?
Would he really rather me clean that make sure I have a better life?
Is he mad?
Finish the dishes, he shouts.
But you - never mind! you say.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just finish the dishes and walk away.
Dishes done.
Now walk away.
Almost there.
Shut the door.
Now you can cry.
Wait a second.
Someone is at the door.
He walks in.
Daddy what do you want? you ask.
This is my house and I can do whatever I want, he shouts.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just take it and shut the door.
No.
Don't take it.
Fight back.
He shouldn't make you feel this way.
Daddy you're not being fair, you say.
You never listen anymore, you say.
What are you doing?
Are you mad?
This is your father you are talking to.
No.
You are not mad.
Its time he knows how you feel.
Stand up for yourself.
Fight back.
Let him know how it feels.
He walks out and shuts the door.
You look him in the eyes as he leaves.
There is so much hurt in them.
You finally made him feel how you feel.
And yet, you feel like the bad guy.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
But you can't help it.
Let it all out.
Cry.
Copyright © Evette Massey | Year Posted 2007
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