I come from a family tree
That has forgotten the names
Of their wives and daughters
I come from a family
That invented a brother from the aether
When none sprung from the womb
I was not enough.
They needed a phantom to take my place.
You said your father wanted a son.
I was replaced by a ghost.
Do not talk to me of a woman's insecurities
I know them all
You were never the brown girl
At the back of the ballet studio
Nursing a red weal from white hands
I still am.