Mr. Imposter

The fact you faked who you were the entire time shows the depth you will take to gain something you don't deserve.

It wasn't until you realized the library you called your home was way too intense to own.

I don't know if it was the quantity or the quality that had you shook.

Obtaining a library card knowing you can not read a book.

Lie after lie you had to create to hide who you were inside.

Creating illusion right before my eyes, Houdini was your disguise.

I don't want anything from you; God will provide more than I could even hold. Including the empty spot that you couldn't uphold.

You are the most impressive unique species that I have ever procreated with.

I would say human, but your actions clearly are more animalistic.

You act as though I lost out. Your right; I have.

I have lost out on the emotional ride you would have put me on while married to your mentally unstable ass.

Yes!, you are mentally unstable.

You thought that you could function knowing you created multiple children that you avoid helping or even claiming.

Normalizing your actions with avoidance of the reality that you felt you deserved.

I see you have a baby saved as a screen saver.

What a blessing babies are, especially twins.

That's why I gaze at my gifts as a win.

You pick and choose what you want to claim.

As if babies are puppies that are just looking for a warm space.

These babies are well taken care of by A MAN that is doing what you couldn't.

My husband adopted the twins and taking full responsibility for the twins you created.

You avoided. You hide from. Like the gentile you are.

I pray for you to gain whatever you want out of life.

I pray when you lay in and out of women's beds, demons don't drown your ass with guilt.

My wants and desires for you have changed.

I used to want the earth to cave and you to fall into a grave.

I would pray for the day my son would be man enough to put you in your place.

I would beg my daughter never to feel undervalued to desire a calculated monster like yourself.

I pray God has mercy on your soul.

I really do. The thought of the fucked up illusion you have to create to get up and function every day is unimaginable.

At the end of the day, Trovon Morgan, you know the truth.

You know you ain't no better than the sorry man you called dad.

The dad that left your mom to raise 7 kids (including a set of twins) on her own.

I commend your mother. I honestly do. I am doing exactly what she did years ago.

Keeping my head up and my faith strong.

I have compassion for the fact she has to call you one of her own.

Thank you so much for being you and shifting yourself to the next womb.

No need to respond.

Your brain wouldn't understand. You have zero empathy for what you have done.

Sitting there stunted, not knowing how to respond to such truth.

I can hear the birds chirping in that empty brain.

Then realizing I set fire to the playground, you pick up your prey.

Just know it was never about you; you were never worthy of these babies.

You did exactly what God knew you would do.

Hide as cowards do!