My Uncle Steve has a big, brown, bald head

A laugh that fills the room, complete with a toothy smile

He has nicknames for everybody in my household

He would only ever call me "The Professor"

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My Uncle Steve was there for my family during hard times

I learned about Star Wars and how to play Texas Hold'em

He always supported my efforts to seek knowledge

He taught me to be a fanatic and to delve in deep

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My Uncle Steve showed me how to fight

Me, standing there a scrawny seven year old

Balled up fists to protect my face

Him, a black man knowing the importance of defence

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My Uncle Steve was a teacher of all facets

He showed me discipline when I wouldn't hear of it

He knew everybody in town and gave them his time

An aura I hope to achieve when I reflect on these lessons