AND WE WOULD BECOME BROTHERS

The blade at my neck
Pressing its edge against unshaven patches
Of prepubescent stubble
They pushed it there
Wanting to draw blood
To draw tears
With the clenched fists of their hate and anger
Though hesitant and fearing themselves
And I fought away this shared fear
To protect myself
My life
To inform them
They need not show it either
And we would become brothers

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