My words were foolish, You praised them as truth. My actions were flawed, You said I do no wrong. You fattened me with sweet words, While my brothers starved at my side. I ask why, you say why not? But while you softened me, My brothers grew strong. Their backs bent with their own weight. Their hands were calloused, Their souls were tough. But you kept me from that greatness That knowledge of struggle that rose them high. I have no love for you, mother. I have no respect for you, father. For in your game of favorites. You dragged me lower than before.