Children are ugly

Disgusting little things

Dirty and loud

Human leeches, always crying for more

You were not born a baby

You were born an angel

My little brother

You were born so beautiful

When I walked in

I expected to wrinkle my nose

But I didn't

Instead I paused

And stared at you

And you returned my gaze

Then I smiled

And I knew

Knew why you were born

You, little brother

Were born for me

Your exsitance was made for me

For me to protect

Love

And cherish

Little brother

You are mine