He is my brother.
My Big Brother you see,
Momma always says he looks just like me.
With a crooked smile and beauty for days;
You never know what goes on behind that gaze.
He's Respectful and stong, Curtious and a warrior at heart;
I look up to him you know, He's my everything, my Heart.
My brother, my friend, my Dad at times too.
If only you knew what he's been through.
Behind that crooked smile.
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This is a beautiful poem. Im sure your brother would be happy to know you care so much about him. Keep up the good work.
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