Two-Faced Snakes

You two-faced relatives smile

And act like we are friends.

But then speak behind my mom’s back,

And look at her through a dirty lens.

When we are in need of a hand

You offer to help us.

But then you try to use your gifts

As a means to control us.

You feel entitled and emboldened

To tell Mom she should help Grandpa

When he was negligent and allowed her

To be verbally abused by Grandma.

Grandma said horrible things

About my mom all her life.

But you don’t want to acknowledge

That Grandma caused avoidable strife.

You make up excuses for her,

And say, “We all need to grow.”

But I want to yell at you.

“Do you not see?! Do you not know?!”

My grandma never apologized

And she never changed.

So why does Mom have to reach out

When Grandma is the one to be blamed?

You relatives are the golden children

Of my narcissistic Grandma.

But you refuse to acknowledge it and choose

To resent Mom for not helping Grandpa.

You, Uncle, yelled at her

Showing the utmost disrespect.

You don’t care that she’s a single mom

Who has four children to protect!

Neither you nor Aunt cares

That my mom has an autoimmune disease,

That she has to take her kids to school,

Or that she has CPTSD!

Neither you nor Aunt cares

That Mom has a right

To live her life free from

Her narcissistic mother’s spite!

All you care about is yourselves

And your false sense of superiority.

You try to control my mom,

But you don’t have that authority!

God alone has the authority

To tell Mom and us what to do.

He told Mom to leave her toxic family.

He hates the evil things you do!

Jesus brought His sword

And divided us from you this day!

God has seen your wickedness

And He will make you pay.

He knows my mom is humble

And that you evildoers are proud.

You “mighty ones” will fall

And the sound of your fall will be loud.

You stiff necked people

Will rue the fateful day

Where you yelled at Mom and tried to pretend

Like everything would be okay.

What you did was the final straw

That broke the camel’s back.

We will have nothing to do with you

Since you relish talking smack

About my mom, who did nothing 

But love my siblings and me.

She keeps her children first, and knows her self-worth,

And those who truly know her agree.

The lies you spoke behind closed doors

Will come back to bite you.

It’s too late to apologize, 

Or to deny what is true.

In trying to help your toxic mother

You became her flying-monkey slaves.

One day God will make you see

That you dug your own graves.

And when you are in your graves

We will not try to dig you out.

We’ll let the dead bury their own dead.

We’ll let the trash take themselves out.