My brother doesn’t like dark meat
He gets the white meat
A plate designed for him
We sit in silence
As we enjoy our meals
A happy family, all too real
But nothing can stop the feeling of betrayal
Arising in my gut as I enjoy my meal
It’s always been this way
For every circumstance
I accommodate, while they desolate me
It may seem minor
But I never received my own plate
I do not like dark meat
But there’s only so much my parents can give.