I had a thread here once, in which I posted my stuff. I haven't used it in years, but I can't find it anywhere. It probably got deleted as an abandoned thread during the changes in ownership. So I started a new one. I was angry.

Right now I'm calling this one "Fuck You". I think I might find a better title later. You can skip it if you want to, it doesn't rhyme anyway.

Hey pop.
So I heard you went to visit Big Brudder.
Again.
I’m glad you found the time out of your busy schedule to let us know you’re alive.
I heard you gave my niece and nephew $20 dollar bills, and a thousand dollars worth of attention and affection in a short visit.
I’m glad he’s still your favorite. He was always better than me, though, right?
Patient and slow to act, smart. I was always loud and belligerent.
He’s the same shade as you. I’m as pale as my mother. I guess love doesn’t stick to my color.
Maybe I can get a tan?
Maybe if my kids were dark you’d show up at my door uninvited bearing gifts, right?
Maybe.
Sissy was sure glad to see you. Through all her bluster she still adores you.
And why not? You doted on her right?
My beautiful, swarthy, loving Sissy.
I’m glad you took out Lil' Brudder. He’s been lost these years without you.
It angers me that out of all of this he got the short stick. He’s as pale as me.
Maybe that’s why you’ve never acknowledged us.
Oh, but we have your name, right? That’s acknowledgement, right?
I was lucky enough to be a man grown when you left. He was 12.
Even back then you treated us two as second class citizens.
But I had learned to deal with it then. I sure gave you lots of trouble, right?
I was glad when I ran away at 14 to hear that you cried that one time.
I finally got that attention I wanted. Thanks.
But Lil Brudder is lost. And you’ve been having fun. I hear you have two homes now.
I guess you can accumulate wealth when you don’t have to pay child support.
I wouldn’t know, I provide for my kids.
Thanks for teaching me to be self reliant. It’s the best lesson I’ve ever had.
Thanks for the unconditional love.
I remember your anger when I told you you weren’t invited to my wedding.
I remember the satisfaction I felt to hear that I could still affect you.
Still make you feel something, if only rage.
Yes, I’m an ungrateful little prick. So sue me.
Disown me.
Let my children grow up ignorant of a grandfather.
Just help lil brudder.
He needs you.

I don’t.

Love Always, your pale black sheep.

Conejo