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.
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