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,

Living on the street without even a shirt,

Whose riches in their heart cannot suffice,

No matter the supposed golden advice.

Money buys all, even your rights.

I couldn’t bare to be his favorite,

To trade my humanity for a Cartier bracelet.

Even the dreams of living in the highest places,

Pale to the need for societal donations.