The Legitimate

At the dinner table, I see the way my siblings stare at me; in one harbors jealousy and in the other breeds resentment. “Be like your brother.” “Learn from your brother” 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 and 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭, I pause to speak— But I zip it though. I zip a alot of things, I am a mouthful of unsaid syllables than i am of meals as I watch them propel me on a pedestal and make arrows out of my achievements, Mowing through the world of my brothers and they call it love. I have to not make mistakes. I have to be perfect. I am robotized. Yet, it didn’t all just start from here but from the subtlety of unequal favoring in conflict resolution to “I won’t be able to make it” to theirs but making it to m...View all