The self-conscious 6th grader

This poem goes out to my little brother Carson

They used to call me fat

And tell me I could lose some weight

I used to say no shit

I'd come kick your ass but I have to finish my plate

It bugged me being bigger

It for sure hurt inside

But I always knew someday I'll thin up

And I'll have the hottest bride

Sure I was pretty typical

Brown, fat and dumb

But luckily I had no fear

For whatever may have come

So for you I tell you this

Shake the fucking dust

Never give up hope

And find friends you can trust

Because friends can mean a lot

They will always have your back

Even if they are halfway around the world

They will keep you on the right track

Carson I love you dearly

Keep your head up bro

You're only in sixth grade

The perfect time to let yourself go

You'll be tall dark and handsome

Soon I promise, you just wait

And you will grow up to be successful

And do something truly great

And when those people try to drag you down

When you're going in an upward direction

Politely give them this

And pay them no attention