Cain

I know what it is to be Cain

To be the ugly one, hairless, spineless Cain

Passed over

Eyes sliding right off you

Right over to your perfect brother

He and I shared a womb

Twins, born the same day

But from birth I was twisted and pained

Screaming from a pit within me

Reflux burning my throat as I cried

There was something ugly burning within my gut from the moment I entered this world

But my sinless brother, with his shining flaxen hair,

He learned his words first, while I screamed

He walked first, dancing circles around me

But even as I am held up by the scruff of my neck,

As they yell

why can’t you be like him why can’t you be good why can’t you be good like your

Brother,

I cannot hate him

The golden child is called golden for a reason

Even if it hurts to stand beside him, knowing how we two look

With one shining clean slate,

And one filth ridden sinner

I will still carry him upon my back

He isn’t heavy

He’s my brother

I am his keeper

And he is mine