Groomed Betrayal

I was not the bastard son with whom You struggled to survive I was the second child of a first marriage Whom you opted to deprive. He was the emotional one Always taking mommy’s hand I was the strong one often Pretending to understand “He needs me more than you do,” Are the words that you would mutter As you carefully groomed my nemesis Instead of being my mother Long drives, you used to take To clothe him in OP Wear While taking me to Goodwill, And I knew it wasn’t fair You begged him to come with you When you filed for divorce While leaving me with an empty house, Showing no remorse Years later we connected when I Didn’t hate you so much Nothing really changed; for, you Still lacked a mother’s touch You made him elaborate meals in a house so very grand And proceeded to make excuses Expecting me again to understand When you died, it was I who found You lying on the floor Because I was the strong one, Like you said before The chosen one sold your property While seemingly not so sad While I cried for a week straight For the mother I never had.