you don't know who i truly am

you hear

kids telling their parents these days,

i don't feel loved

by you,

you don't know who i really am.

and i laugh,

i can imagine

saying something like that to my

father.

going up to him,

after a hard days work,

his shoes off, lying on the couch

reading the paper.

standing in front of him

and saying,

dad,

you don't know who i am,

you don't even

try to understand me,

he'd look at me, and say

something like,

what the hell are you talking about?

now go wash

your hands,

it's time for dinner.

and pull up your zipper 

for god's sake,

it's down.