“You Call Me Moody?”
An essay by Angela, one of my students, grade 6, another of many lights
I know you’ll say I don’t, but I feel like I hate my parents
They claim I’m moody, they accuse me of it
I call them hypocrites
I don’t think either really knows what that is, so they yell at me.
So here goes, pls tell me what you think:
If you don’t have your coffee you’re grumpy
If there’s no hot water you shout
If something isn’t right with the car you curse
You need beer at night to chill you out
You and mom are only happy when you both come home drunk
Mom loves wine more than talking to you
It doesn’t yell at her
Til the morning
Then she needs coffee or gets mean.
And you need:
Your captive audience to complain to
The more unhappy you get
The more I get lectured
I say you’re just depressed
My jaw gets fractured.