What You Don’t Know

Dear, “father”

You say that I am the laziest kid out of all my 7 siblings, you say that I am worthless, useless, a piece of shit,a ungrateful of shit. You say that I don’t know how to cook, or that I will never please a man. Yet, you shouldn’t be talking because you don’t know me at all. What you don’t know is how hard I been working since I only six years old. Learning English by myself with the help of my ESOL teachers. What you don’t know is how many restless night I spent in college studying my ass off. How many restless night I am having at Mom house. When everyone asleep, I wake up in order to study for MCAT.  What you don’t know how being a biology major or any major is freaking hard, work, after work, studying, writing papers, reading things over and over. You say school is not a real job, but it is. Sure we may not get paid in money,… not yet… but it is work. It is a job people chose to do to educated themselves to earn more money in the future doing what they love to do.  What you don’t know how hard it was for me to pass my classes, simply because some of my teachers were hard on my grammar. What you don’t know is that my MOM raised me to be independent because she didn’t want her daughter to depend on a man. How she had to depend on you for years. She raised me to know how to clean, how to cook, how to be a good human being. She taught me to never say “I can’t.”  As I grew up, my eyes open and things I didn’t know finally opened up. Like how my Mom raised me to be independent but also raised me to be house wife, she taught me to be nurturing. Something you never see, since you are barely here. What you don’t know is my connections with babies, they just seem to like me. You say, the worst kid you got out of the eight, but what you don’t know is that I am one to fight back. As you think you are King and all mighty newsflash, you ain’t nothing to me. What you don’t know is that most of my siblings smoke and drink. I drink, here and there at social events just a cup or two. If I am driving I don’t drink at all.  What you don’t know is that I finally know my worth and words mean nothing to me. Mom raised me to be a Queen like her, so men—–…people  like you can’t hurt me. Just so you know, you should be careful what you say karma can be a bitch.

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