Every weekend,
Every Friday,
You have fun with
Your friends.
There’s nothing
Wrong with that.
But how you act
After your friends
Leave is the
Problem. When
Your friends are
There, you
Drink and Drink
And Drink. You
Drink:
Beer,
Crown Royal, and
Brandy with Coke.
When
Your friends
Finally
Leave, You’re
Drunk!
My mom ask
You a simple
Question and
You go off
And start to
Verbally
Attack
Her.
You screamed and
Curse. She tries
To talk to you in a
Calm, Rational voice.
You get more
Angry. And cause
My sister to cry. I
Drag my sister out of
The room because I don’t
Want her to
Grow up to
Hate her father
Like I do…
Eventually you
Scream that you’re leaving.
Brianna hears you and
Starts to kick in my arms
And scream at the top of her lungs.
She cries and cries and cries.
She screams that she hates me
Over and over again, I
Let her kick, scream, and
Cry all she wants. I
Let her say she hates me
Because at the end, they
Are just meaningless words
Said in a
Sad, Angry,
Melancholy
Atmosphere.
Last time, I heard
You scream, “You
Don’t even do anything
Here! Why don’t you
Go back to Mexico!”
With those words,
You destroyed any bit
Of respect I have
For you.
Every weekend,
Every Friday,
You have fun with
Your friends.
There’s nothing
Wrong with that.
But how you act
After your friends
Leave is the
Problem. When
Your friends are
There, you
Drink and Drink
And Drink. You
Drink:
Beer,
Crown Royal, and
Brandy with Coke.
And that is your
Problem.
