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I sit down and try to eat

Ignoring the yelling I hear

Coming from outside

I knew even before it happened

That it would end up inside

And sure enough it did.

My brother was tossed inside

And landed on the front steps

My stepfather; red-faced and yelling

Grabbed him by the arm

And pulled him up the stairs

"Stop!" I wanted to scream

"You're hurting him, Get off!!"

But my brave little brother

Summoned all of his courage

And yelled it for me

"You're not my Father!!" He screamed

"Get off!!"

And sure enough he did

Now, my mother was on offense

And she screamed at my stepfather

Her face turning red also

When all was finally settled

My mother became defensive

She knows how much I hate him

And I've told her once before

She said, "My son, you must learn respect."

And I clenched my teeth

Trying so hard not to cause trouble

But then she said he had right

That a man; a stranger

Only a part of my family by marriage

Was allowed to hit my little brother

I wouldn't have it

So I calmy started that I

Would not tollerate it

She; my Mother

Hates being corrected

So I was sentenced to my room

Having finished only half of my sandwitch

And so here I sit

Waiting for my Father

My REAL Dad

TO come and save us

But that's another story

For another day