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
