Who Am I?

Poem: "My Family"
By: Kathy Brown (probably in the mid-1970's: hopefully, I wasn't any older).

I received this poem in the mail today from my cousin Dawn. Apparently, I wrote it many years ago, as a young teen. She found it amongst paperwork in the "Mack" household. I find this quite repulsive as to me it shows a critical and judgmental spirit in me at quite an early age. I wholeheartedly apologize to my family members for any rotten thing I've thought or said over the years. Good grief. Sometimes I wonder, "Who Am I?"

Daddy knows how to argue
So that you will never win
Mom knows how to make coffee
That's as black and strong as sin.

Dale knows how to throw a punch
Just like Missy Mack
Judy is cold and distant
But she gets it all right back.

Karen seems small and delicate
Till you hear her when she's mad
Jacquelines just the oposite
But is really just as bad.

This is my whole family
And it's all you want to hear
Cause if I told you about myself
It would take nearly all the year.