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To The Stranger

A poem I wrote through my younger son’s eyes.

To the stranger
I see you staring
I hear you laugh
I know I’m bothering you
I’m sorry.
All I want is milk.
But I can’t tell my daddy
And mommy doesn’t understand.
I get frustrated.
I know what I want.
But the words won’t come out.
And now I’m screaming,Hitting and biting,
My mommy,
My daddy,
Myself.
Please stop staring at me.
Please stop jeering.
And when my mommy and daddy finally figure out my request,
And I stop everything,
Please don’t tell them “Someone’s spoiled.”
To the stranger,
I’m not trying to be difficult.
I’m trying to communicate.