my brother, Ket—
sisterBrother, He
never looked comfortable in a dress, she
only wore black black black, He
came out, came out, but not to me, we
never had the conversation
never had the conversation
never had the conversation
never had the conversation
“just a phase,” just a face
just embrace the different
the weird, the old, the new
it’s not you, “it’s not you,” it’s not you
katie katie, He was my
pretty lady, pretty Boy
my sister, Brother, 3rd Brother
i was broken, i was pacing, i was scared
He held me in His powerful arms
my Brother held me
This is my little brother, Ket.
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“This is my Brother, Ket (sisterBrother)”
©Steven Cuenca