Bloodlines and Battle Scars

Family bonds, a complex web we weave,

Some threads are strong, others frayed, and some we can't conceive.

Born into a family that raised me with care,

But others, who share our name, showed no love or repair.

Mommy's sacrifices paid our school fees and more.

Raised us with love, while daddy was absent, forever in store.

Other dads provided, but ours was never near,

Leaving us to fend, without a father's cheer.

Now grown, some "family" ask, with sly intent,

"Has no one come for your hand?" Their eyes on our inheritance bent.

Waiting to sink their claws into our pockets so deep,

And smile like demons, as they leave us to weep.

But little do they know, I am me, a force so true,

Who only cares for those who cared, and sees through their brew.

I hate those who hate me, with a passion so strong,

An extremist, who's grown alone, and faced life's wrongs.

I've toiled on this earth and stood tall,

Ready to finish the race, with or without them all.

For when men forget who they are, and women take the lead,

I'll stand firm, a warrior, with a freed heart.