My mother steps outside when

She hears that sharp ringing in her pocket.

Those harsh green eyes narrowed

In sudden frustration.

What’s he want this time?

This time she doesn’t chance

Staying in the room with me

And letting me hear the yelling

And screaming and complaining

I don’t care how much

you don’t want to.

I don’t want to hear again

How neither can find the time

To take us this weekend and how

They’re too busy for their brats.

Why not the movies?

Hooker take all your money?

Money has been tight this year

Not for mother but for father.

I don’t know what a hooker is

But they’re something to blame.

Just take them

They need their father.

Father always seems so lost

Like something took away his light

And now it’s too dark to see

The kids that nobody wants.

I hate feeling so

Unloved.