Now I can’t quite understand, & I can’t quite comprehend,
Why anyone in this world would want to hurt my best friend.
He’s my baby brother; he’s only twelve years old.
And he’s unlike any other, with his heart of gold.
Why is he the last to be picked, but the first to be picked on?
Each day, it seems as though he becomes more & more withdrawn.
The kids at school make him feel like he doesn’t belong,
It broke my heart when he asked me, “What am I doing wrong?”
The tears in his eyes ran down his cheeks like rain.
I’d take his place if I could, so he’d feel no such pain.
He doesn’t realize why he’s being treated so different.
People calling him names, making him feel like a misfit.
If I ever lost this boy, I don’t know what I would do.
The second I held him, was the moment I knew,
That God blessed me with the greatest gift--it’s true.
From that point forward, my love for him only grew.
Although anti-bullying is something in which I advocate.
I can only shield him some much from all the torment and hate.
I just wish I could protect him from all the sadness and sorrow,
Or even promise him that he’ll have a better day tomorrow.
But let me tell you why my little brother is so great,
The kindness he carries in his heart is his biggest trait.
And although he’s hurting so bad, he’s so selfless---I’m amazed.
After I kissed him goodnight, he closed the door, and prayed.
I was shocked when I listened at the door, I heard him say,
“God please bless the bullies, and help them change their ways.”
And to this day, I have the utmost faith,
That God will guide his way.
He will give my baby brother the strength,
To change the world one day.