When my parents separated
The duked it out like champs
And I was the championship belt

I've been through my mother's malice
And my fathers misguided good intentions

I watched the woman try to break into his house
In broad daylight, while he was *in* it
And when she couldnt get in the window
She sent her first-born to do it for her

I couldnt have been older than 7
And honestly, I was probably 5

One year, she even stole the christmas presents
He bought for his family.
MY family.
Never thinking how that mght hurt me.

All the while, the man, my father
Never said and unkind word to me about her
She, on the other hand, could bring home the gold
If shit-talking became an olympic sport

I went through all her boyfriends with her
Moved all over our school district with them
And suffered unimaginable torment
from my classmates in our Catholic school
Becuase I was a little weird to them
(Forgive them, Father, they knew not what they did
But smite the cold, calculating bitch with everything you have)

I suffered cruel heartbreak
In that "decade of excess"
At the hands of my own parents

That was my 1980's.
Do we really need to bring them back?

09/27/2004

Posted on 09/27/2004
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