Eating microwave rice out of a bag

and practicing hand shakes on the floor of the echoy foyer by the butler.

Your abundance of humanity almost mimicked your family’s income.

Yet you attempt to appeal to my humble upbringings and the way I fail to meet your traditional standards.

It was all a front to be around me, for some reason.

Grabbing my hand when I reach your door, stopping me from twisting the knob.

You seemed to think I had a broken wing to fix, yet no green that came out of your wallet could change my natural difference and disparity to you.

Your nest would always be bigger than mine, hell surely you had plenty of different trees to fly to and stay for the summer.

Whenever I would first arrive you would always grimace at what I was wearing, handing me a handful of hangers.

I could only take the condescending attitude so long, but at least it was an attitude from someone at all.

So I remain your strange low income subject to be molded and at helm to.

I had no where else to be.

Twice a thought wasn’t even given into what you were doing, just open hands to catch what you would throw.

I found myself back in that foyer and called out for you, and the boomerang of my own voice coming back sounded of a foreign language now.

You ran down the stairs and

In your arms I found my home