Young Brother
Street lights,
cast shadows of you,
in my eternal memories and mind.
As I watch you trod through,
the rough roads below,
strolling true,
with destiny and time.
Clinched fists,
compliment,
the angerly scowl upon your face.
Ready to do battle,
if anyone steps out of place.
As you proceed,
to make your way through,
the challenging streets,
eye contact,
is made briefly,
between you and me.
I can see you,
through me,
young brother,
and me through you.
'Cause many nights
I've walked,
below the same lights,
clinched fisted,
too.
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