It's always her
She is the glistening gleam of your pride
I'm a rotting husk that gets thrown away ,not a single worth in anyone's eyes
She is the white wheat grain that you greatly treasure and prize
You go through tireless hours just to see her smile
You would drive her to places ,you would steer her past bumpy roads
surrender to every demand of her
And still state that you favour me most??
You pity her that she didn't get the span of time that I was allowed with dad
But I'll tell you again ,neither did I
As a first born ,I didn't get much liberty , didn't get much rights
And if you think that didn't affected me
Than I wish that I just die