What separated you from kindness,
Arrogance bloated by sibling order,
Until the sallow bowlegs failed you,
And only bitter you remained.
Your unctuous burlesque act
To feign compassion for others,
Sentiment was your anathema,
Only judgmental posturing satisfied.
None of the grace
Your parents modeled filled you,
Therein lies your acrid contempt,
You greedily curse them for what you lack.
I squirmed in your derision,
Paralyzed by hope that it would wane.
Today the false front lifted
To expose your fraternal forfeit.
Late is better than never to reject
The desolate, sisterly badlands.
Love was only an opportunity
You donned for appearances.