Dear Mom and Dad
by Karlie Spilde
Of all the nights
there was violence
You guys would always fight
With not a break of silence
Mom I wished upon a clover
that the guys you had over
Would not cuss
or hurt us
Dad all you did was get high
You didn't care if I would cry
But all I wanted was for you to care
But I guess this you could not bare
Then they took me far
In a black car
They were called police
They brought me to peace
