my father adorned me with a crown of poverty
instead of diamonds, plastic and fake glass
no precious metals for my head, only barbed wire
the invisible crown I wear,
you could not see it, so you assumed;
there are no inherited gems and gold to give you
your father adorned you with a coat of arms
a long lineage of aristocratic people and places
Precious metal and money mean nothing to you
when you found out the truth, you laughed
I revealed my poverty crown to you,
and there was truth within your body language
My love for you was not enough, yet it hurt us
My father loved me,
your father doesn’t care for you;
we are at an impasse neither will cross.
I took a step forward,
you recoiled and fled.
This path has taught me so much,
yet on winter sunset nights,
I wonder what could have been
to wear a real crown and
to have none of your fake love.
C & K 