If I was famous
Or had money
It wouldn’t matter
They would pretend to love
And care

He ruined a relatively normal trip.
A surprise but for who
I bared my soul and he dismissed
Again
I was on the lower rung
A caste could not escape even family.

Money spoke
Levels of achievement
Without you remained the plebeian of birth
Herbie said “of peasant stock”
Still to this day
No value
Boo hoo.

Money made the difference.
in deference
And she defended him
The ultimate dagger
I was selfish
Obviously
Disdain again

He left with fanfare
Always
Waving to no one
Much like someone
The Legend
He was special
And reminded himself
Again

I dreamt I was
Somebody
They came in awe
Applause
The most amazing city
And his
Awards showered and monetary rewards
I was now free
He saw me
Finally

What now would I say
Be the bigger one
Or speak my truth
Truth
I remained a pauper
in wallet heart and soul
He won
Again
The Legend