Standing Tall

Dear Dan,

I’ve always wanted my mother to be happy,

I’ve always wanted her to find someone else

But not you.

All that you’ve brought is despair and destruction

Like a tornado, tearing through a town.

Rivers now stream down our rosey cheeks and

Shivers crawl down our spines.

Your booming voice echoes through the walls

Causing us to not be so tall.

Your big belly and shiny bald head

Have become the mascot of what we now dread.

Our mother has always stood by us,

Our mother has always put us first;

But ever since that dreadful day of invasion

She no longer believes a word we say,

We are told we are crazy and have lost our way.

If thats so, then let it be

Because I will not stand by and continue to disintegrate,

To become a shadow of who I used to be,

No longer will I cower at your words- but fight back

My mind will run free and

Paint the walls with what I have to say.

I have become a bigger person now thanks to you,

I have learned to stand up for myself and the ones I love.

You have become smaller; more whiny and more volatile,

You have learned that your words hurt and so do your actions.

I hope that one day my mother wakes from her daze,

I hope that one day you will no longer hurt us,

I hope that one day you realize you never acted like a man.

I hope that one day you will become a distant bad memory,

For this I wish upon a lucky star and pray.

Sincerely,

Dana