Brothers I know it is in your blood, deep soaked a seedling of competition I know the bitter voices of Cain and Abel speak down somewhere in the dank place of your stomach I know it has followed with you through blood vessels and scroll. I know I don’t care You listen to me now Your large hands won’t be protection enough over your ears I’m screaming from somewhere deep soaked IN MY BLOOD. My legs trembling with the weight of my voice, my fingers twitching with the want of strangling my eyes tremendous and wild with rage and I am growing larger with it, so you shall Sit down both of you, put down your idiotic daggers and cheesy armor I’m tired of your strutting around You listen to me now I have eaten your manliness like a home baked pie, have un-birthed the betrayals of your great uncles And swept away your childlike jealously Brothers, Look how Your facial hair grows the same The pattern in your hands Your rowdy curling hair, the sound of your voice reading out loud, Look how they are the same Brothers, Remember how you shared the same winter boots, you once called the same place home, you sat naked in bathwater laughing and hugging skin on skin long before you wanted to ripe each others skin off The time for warring is over. I have called it a draw I have done this for I am Mother, sister Daughter, niece Wife, lover And the superior of your silly sex, and because I need you brothers, fathers, husbands, uncles and will not choose between you. Listen to me now.