To tell you the truth,
I wanted a kid that played football.
A kid that had lots of friends.
A kid that was popular.
He hates football.
He does have lots of friends…
but lately he has been having a hard time with them.
Specifically the female ones : (
I can’t tell if he is popular or not.
At his school dance it seemed like everyone liked him.
Who knows though?
I am not at recess.
I am not on the bus.
I am not certain of his standing among his peers.
He is super smart.
Math gives him some issues though.
He would tell you he is not smart in math.
Today someone called him ‘fro tits’
When I came home from work (1 hour later than normal)
he was laying on the driveway reading a book.
He looked sad.
I could tell something was the matter.
He told me about his horrible, rotten, very bad day.
He told me about ‘fro tits.’
My heart is broken.
Were you cool in school?
Will you keep my baby in your prayers?
I hate when he is hurting.