Legacy Leech™

You didn’t show up for the

work.

You didn’t sit through the

nights I almost broke

myself to build this, to show

up for your child—

because you refused to.

But the moment the

spotlight hits—

suddenly you’re available to

show up and pose like you

were there all along.

Now you’re front row at a

graduation, snapping

pictures like you stayed for

every page of the struggle.

The truth is—

you bought your way back

in with iPhones, tattoos,

and cash—

after the work was done,

after someone else cleaned

up your mess and did your

job for you.

Now you’re on Instagram,

captioning my blood, sweat,

and tears in your name,

as if you carried them in

your own hands.

You didn’t build a legacy.

You latched onto one.

Legacy Leech—

Parasite posing as parent.

Supporter in the audience,

but stranger in the trenches.

A Legacy Leech doesn’t clap

for you—

they clap for themselves,

through your work.

They don’t raise greatness

—they drain it.

And trust me—

history remembers who

actually built the

foundation, and who just

showed up for the ribbon-

cutting.