Brother
My brother, nine years old
Is not like other boys
He lets the girls paint his nails,
He loves his toy unicorn,
And he doesn't understand why
Other boys might tease him for it
Or his big brother might be embarrassed by him
Or worried for him
But I still buy him dolls
And I don't care if he wants to wear dresses
Because I don't need him to be like other boys
To love him, as he is, as he feels happiest
And I will fight anyone who thinks otherwise
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2019
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