Generational, delusional,absolutely unoriginal and hypocritical

The amount of times you spoke to me as if I didn't have a clue, as if I woke up one day and decided right out of the blue

The way you looked at me as if I misspoke, as if I was just this untruthful bloke

You'd ask too much of me, you spoke to me as if I was older, wiser, more mature but when it came time to patronize me, belittle me and ostracize me, I was a child, I was not your equal, I was some silly kid who didn't know any better,  you'd laugh at the mere mention that I made any sense, your word was gospel. Now, go and clean, I want this place ship shape, don't let me see you make a mistake. 

I didn't think much of it, I didn't question it, I figured this was normal as I stood on a chair to reach the sink to do dishes

They were crusty, they hadn't been rinsed because why rinse when you can get two kids, two little simpletons to clean the mess, clean it right, clean it fast. you better not fail this test.

I am your elder, I am your aunt. Don't talk to me like that. 

Ocassionally, I'll give you a dollar. Smile, pretty little girl you don't have to go to work, you don't have to pay bills, you have it easy. Now, here fold your clothes and organize this mess, when I come back it better be tidy, it better be shiny, if not I'll paint your hiney. 

"Te veres mas bonita con la voca cerado." You look prettier with your mouth closed. So, that's how I lived mouth closed, eyes closed, hands busy. 

The amount of times I've washed a dish, mopped and swept a house that wasn't mine, all before the age of nine.