FIRST BORN (POEM)

I grew up with you all

Many moons later and you came along

And somehow life became this urgency to fit in

Family somehow, and yet my color is a different font

All these years, trying to laugh at your jokes

and yet mine are never that funny to you

Lately, it no longer bothers me though

For my table is set for someone else

And that's okay

I will serve yours gracefully

Even if I'm never offered a sit

Maybe our tales were always meant to be shared and never survived together

Your calls will always be answered

For my birth happened just so I could see yours

For my skin to bear the signs of time

Just so yours won't wither

I love you to a degree you will never get

Just so you could love yourselves

Conceived to pay a tax

Of my arrival in this world

My table will always have those extra sits

You're welcome when you realize

I never sat at yours.

When that gun fires to announce the start of our race

Don't mistake the head start i give you

For winning isn't the endgame

But running with my eyes fixed at your backs

Is my God given trophy.

UBB