We are different.

I am 16 your elder, leaving soon,

and you,

now two years old

are working on your counting, with the help of Elmo, 

not yet aware of all that is happening in the world.

It won't get easier. 

We are different. 

I with my silky straight hair,

and you,

with a head of small black curls

we watch run circles around us.

We are different.

Yet we share the same big brown eyes,

half of the same DNA has created the both of us.

We share the same sense of humor

and both love to dance.

But we are different little one, the world will tell you so. 

For I have been privledged with skin lighter than yours,

which resembles the sweetest milk chocolate.

People (will) tell you that we are different. 

They('ll) ask who's you are. 

They('ll) ask where you're from.

They('ll) assume in addition to sharing different fathers

that we share different mothers

but that is not so.

My little brother you will always be,

I am telling you now, before you know, 

that things will be different

for you than they were for me,

and while we are different

I will always love you and be there for you the same.