Daddy

 

Mommy wakes me up for school by singing “Good Morning to You”

                       

                                    She wakes me up to work by pulling my blanket off

 

I like Eggos on Fridays with syrup and milk

           

                                    I don’t get breakfast because I didn’t whisper the words he asked me to

 

We pray in the car for my spelling test

 

                                    I pray that it doesn’t hurt today

 

I tell myself it’s going to be a good day

 

                                    I tell myself that it’s going to be a bad day

 

Miss Tamra tells me to sit with my table group

                                   

                                    He wants more than me

 

We read in a circle and color our worksheets

 

                                    We put on little dresses that make me feel dirty

 

Mommy drives me home and I play with my dolls

                       

                                    We whisper to each other in the room until he enters

                                   

I hear the front door open and I run down the stairs

                                   

                                    His boots smack angrily on the tile floor

 

I call out for daddy

 

                                    He makes us call him daddy