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Submitted by SLW
The Favourite Child
Write a story or poem centered around this theme.
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**You are my light, **
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**In this fleeting moment of now, **
**When I look at you, **
**Time seems to bend, **
**And I find myself lost in your gaze.**
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**Words falter, **
**As if our souls are intertwined, **
**Your eyes, your expressions, **
**Speak through me, **
**As if we are one, **
**In this silent exchange.**
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**No need for words, **
**We just feel, **
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In the house where the walls whisper secrets,
Where the laughter of siblings echoes like a hymn,
Three souls danced to the rhythm of their truth,
But the fourth, the golden child, the shining gem,
Bore the crown of love, unearned, unasked,
A hero in the eyes of a father blinded by tradition.
They say a father’s love is unconditional,
But in our home, it came with conditions,
We were the artis...
The golden child is always the trophy of the family,
The one who shines brightly and receives all the accolades that automatically magnitises towards them like it is owed to them from birth,
The one who floats around and initiates sweet, silent, glib smiles to the other siblings, full of ego and a sense of pride knowing they are the favourite one, they are the chosen one and they can do no wrong,
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She had always been the dutiful child.
She loved to sit with our parents, telling them
about how well her lessons were going.
Me, I would sit in my room and write myself
into stories, pretending I was somewhere else.
She had always been the beautiful child.
She never had to curl her hair or do makeup
to make the boys around her look.
Me, I sat by myself, casting illusions
to make myself look like ...
How can you be set up for success,
The first child of a loving marriage,
And still, fail?
How can you still grow up to be disappointing
To all around you,
No friends to talk to,
The family doesn't care,
And your boyfriend acts like you’re
Fragile.
Glass.
How can parents not know
Their daughter is drawing
Scars
All
Over
Her
Legs.
scars that never heal
How can they not realize she is acting
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Taught to work hard since little,
Step by step we go along,
Some fall down never stand up,
Some never give up stand up straight,
Some find a way out to keep on going.
The favorite child all wanted to be,
Perfect score on the test,
Got attention from the teacher,
Politely to the people,
Respect the elders…
Say to be easy,
The action is hard,
Habit develops over time,
Not just in one day;
Those wh...
I know I’m not his favorite.
I’ve grown from overdraft payments,
Piled debt, and budget conversations.
No gold in my pockets, only in my chest,
Where those with golden status
Are missing it best.
Their glory grows to greed
Hidden behind veneers and weed
Praised despite their many cheats.
I know i’m not his favorite, but I know i’m not his worst,
Those in the light leave none for the hurt,
Livi...
Why does she make me so crazy
Then have the nerve to say baby baby
She asks me how can you hurt me
When she just knocked me to Thursday
I just can’t breathe when I see her
But then I act like a soldier
Pulling my guns like a battle
How do I let myself rattle
For weeks it’s been nothing but easy
But now I feel fucking queasy
All I want is to touch her
She acts like she’s already smothered
And ...
Once upon a time in a quaint little town,
There lived a family of great renown.
With children three, each unique and wild,
But one was known as "the favorite child."
With golden curls and eyes so bright,
She seemed to always do everything right.
Her laughter echoed through the halls,
As she danced through life, breaking walls.
The parents doted on her every move,
Praising her for all she could p...
I had always been the favorite of the spawn of my family tree
That knowledge had been crippling, debilitating, or am I lazy?
I’m writing this out to talk to my inner child
I see you boy it’s ok smile
They said you were pretty and destined for greatness
Because they saw paths and directions for you to go off in
And you wanted them all so much so you couldn’t choose which dream to live
It kept you...
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