Eat

Father makes me get out of bed.
He laughs when I fall.
Calls me clumsy.
I am focusing on trying to get my feeble muscles to lift my fat-self up off the floor.
That and my vision swirling keep me from retorting.
He is surprised.
I always have a biting comeback concealed in a simple sentence ready for him.
But he does not take the time to ask if I am okay.
He leaves for work before I even know it.
I walk to school again.