dictator

You just want someone to agree with you

not a daughter, 

not a wife,

all our lives you depicted us as selfish and ungrateful,

ungrateful for what exactly?

The fear of speaking up,

the slaps that would have followed if we dared?

The thousand of times you lost your temper

and tables have been thrown about

and swear words travelled to the neighbours’ doors?

Yet, I never heard the word sorry,

just more blame.