Dear Father
I’m angry that you cast me aside.
I’m angry for all the lies.
I’m angry when you said I wasn’t good enough.
I’m angry that you treated my siblings too rough.
I’m angry that you cheated on my mom.
Your actions were like a bomb.
I’m angry that you sleep with girls my age.
I’m angry that you kept us locked in a cage.
You scared me when you punched through the wall,
You kept me from standing tall.
Only you had the key,
And threw it away because it was all me, me, me.
You had the chance to be my father,
But you blew it anyway.
Autumn
Autumn is my favorite time of year,
Sunset leaves and running deer.
The smell of cinnamon and pine,
Thanksgiving dinner with family and mother’s wine.
The wind turns bitter and the days grow short
My family gathers to watch a sport.
Of all the things I love most,
Is my family and a lovely toast.
Georgia
You see, I was named after a great-grandmother -
Georgia Gretel Lancaster.
And she was one hell of a woman:
Setting things on fire
And driving through people’s houses.
Putting mustard on cupcakes,
Smashing poor children’s pumpkins,
Threatening to sue the mayor for looking at her sideways.
Some say she was Satan,
Others say she was just a plain lunatic,
But it was really just
A serious case of Premenstrual Syndrome.
To read more of Jesse's work, please visit her website.
I’m angry that you cast me aside.
I’m angry for all the lies.
I’m angry when you said I wasn’t good enough.
I’m angry that you treated my siblings too rough.
I’m angry that you cheated on my mom.
Your actions were like a bomb.
I’m angry that you sleep with girls my age.
I’m angry that you kept us locked in a cage.
You scared me when you punched through the wall,
You kept me from standing tall.
Only you had the key,
And threw it away because it was all me, me, me.
You had the chance to be my father,
But you blew it anyway.
Autumn
Autumn is my favorite time of year,
Sunset leaves and running deer.
The smell of cinnamon and pine,
Thanksgiving dinner with family and mother’s wine.
The wind turns bitter and the days grow short
My family gathers to watch a sport.
Of all the things I love most,
Is my family and a lovely toast.
Georgia
You see, I was named after a great-grandmother -
Georgia Gretel Lancaster.
And she was one hell of a woman:
Setting things on fire
And driving through people’s houses.
Putting mustard on cupcakes,
Smashing poor children’s pumpkins,
Threatening to sue the mayor for looking at her sideways.
Some say she was Satan,
Others say she was just a plain lunatic,
But it was really just
A serious case of Premenstrual Syndrome.
To read more of Jesse's work, please visit her website.