Don’t speak unless I speak to you
Don’t whine, or pout, or cry
Don’t talk back or roll your eyes
You pesky little child
I’m allowed to shout at you
It’s my right as your commander
I’m allowed to beat you down
This ensures you don’t meander
Being that I made you
I innately know what’s best
As long as I stay in your life
You’ll understand you’re blessed
Until there is an audience
I don’t want to hear your voice
The sound of it annoys me
Shutting up is the right choice
The commander owes no apologies
In the case I make you sad
Rather, grovel publicly
For what you did must have been bad
And if ever someone comes around
You will smile and say “Yes, sir”
You will recite what I tell you to recite
And thank me for putting you first
Sarah Lopez 