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


And cherish

Little brother

You are mine