I, the Nonrobinhood

Why do I take from the poor, for the rich? Why do I steal from those who I love? Don't act like I don't remember, Mom, When I disrespected my gifts from you. I told you that Saint Nick got them. If only I had known the truth. You're hard as a rock, Pops, I see that. But don't you think for a second that I forgot About that time I disrespected you for Lying about being my biological father. Don't you also think that I forgot About how I was treated as your own. To Miss Kelly in preschool, Screw you for giving every kid Popsicles except for me. That made me feel smaller. And I'm sorry for not sleeping during nap time. To the Dominican man I farmed with last summer, Don't think I didn't see you panhandling, Because I did. I'm so sorry I didn't donate. I promise that if I see you again, I will. To all of my little siblings, sorry I don't see you As much as you want me to. I should not have taken your big brother away. Or maybe I haven't taken anything from anyone. Maybe--just maybe--I really am trying. I really am trying to work with what I have. Maybe I'm so afraid of not giving, rather than taking. Maybe I'm selfless. Maybe I should be more self-ful. Or am I wrong? Am I not dead wrong?