The Phone Call Poem by Sadie Monroe

I was in the car with my brother and sister
it was a Wednesday.
around 1 pm.

The phone rang in my lap
I set down my burger.
I picked up your call.

Before I had the chance to say hello,
you were screaming.

You said I never consider anyone but myself
I'm selfish and cold
I'm the 'Queen Bee'.

How can you say this?
I take up too much space for you?
I hold my breath around you.

Every time I disagree with you
I keep my mouth shut.
You cannot be swayed.

So even though I know I am not any of these things
I sometimes wonder
If I have to be bad somewhere in my soul.
I did come from you, after all.