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My Brother We are the same

We are the same…
 
My Brother,
 
A different height, a different tone
A different frame, a different name
 
My Brother
 
The more I look at who we are
The more I know we are the same.
 
My Brother
 
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Eager ally and heated rival
 
My Brother
 
The young soldier at my back
Forever fighting for our survival
 
My Brother
 
The street wise kid
Who was eager to challenge you
 
My Brother
 
We fought plenty,
But I could never stay mad at you
 
My Brother
 
A different version of myself
The Lord’s way of being clever
 
My Brother
 
Through the love we have for you

You will always be remembered.

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author/novelist/poet also known as Graffiti Bleu, loves and lives in northern California. He was born in New York City and received some serious game and [learn more]

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