social class

I lived in
an incubator

a baby
weak
from entering
the earth to
early

Protector 
From the swine
around me

I heard their grunts
and snickers
throughout my life

I heard them 
at your funeral 
they acknowledged
me with pity

I think they
don't realize
who sits
at the throne

who is the peasant
and
who is the upper class

maybe not me
but certainly
not them

I made a name
earned multiple degrees
created a great reputation

One day 
it won't matter
acceptance by family

Going back to my
kingdom now
the past has
too many demons.