I was born in absence—
not just of a father,
but of the myth of one.
Raised by silence,
I searched for manhood
in shadows and wounds.
My name is Oedipus rewritten—
not in fate,
but in affection never given.
My sister wears men like seasons,
because no one taught her
what protection felt like.
A home is soul-architecture:
a mother to nurture,
a father to protect.
Remove one—
the child...
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