B is for Brother

I was blessed.

He was cursed.

Even though we were born together.

 

They threw him out after cutting him from the womb.

They kept me.

 

I took him back in, decades later and let him cry on my shoulder.

Then I took a knife and gently pierced it into my mother’s womb.

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