And Even Ronald Hated Me
I had a dream that Ronald McDonald-
(This was when I was just a child.)
He hated me so very much,
And he wanted me to die.
Tried to tell my parents…
They didn’t believe…
They didn’t care…
He got me…
Killed me
Dead.
And when I woke up from this nightmare-
I ran to mommy and daddy’s room,
Like I had seen on the TV.
Where if you had a nightmare
You could go to their bed
And they’d comfort you.
Reassure you…
Pat you head…
Tuck you
In.
I realized something when I got there-
Mommy and daddy got a divorce
And there were no beds anymore.
I’d woke up on the cold floor…
Mommy was at the bar…
Or maybe working…
Or maybe both…
Didn’t know…
Dad was
Gone.
So I went to get my big sister-
But I guess she was out with some boys.
Amy was sprawled out on the floor,
But I didn’t wake her then.
It wasn’t often that
She looked so happy…
Stopped myself…
From waking…
Her right
Then.
And then I realized reality-
My heart broke for the very first time.
I’d never seen this on TV.
Where if you had a nightmare,
You go back to bed.
Hope mommy comes home…
Maybe this time…
Hope to see…
My dad
‘Gain.
It’s not that my daddy cared much either-
Which was worse: neglect or beating?
No, go ahead and just ask me:
The hunger pains, or the welts?
The cold or the screaming?
I fell back asleep…
Hoping Ronald…
Would get me…
Kill me
Dead.
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