To This Day

Created by Jorge Llamas

To this day
I fell out of a tree

And bruised the right side of my body

Before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
My grandmother gives me karate chops

Whenever Im sad
I earned my first nickname

Pork Chop
Through a silly little story About as if broken

bones

That rhymes sticks and stones In grade five they taped a sign to my desk He was three when he became a mixed

drink

He
Was a broken branch Was a broken branch

To this day

While the others the others slept At night We kept walking the tight rope We stem from a root planted in the belief They have to be wrong We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog To show and tell

We are graduating members of the class Forget you we made it

Get a better mirror Names will never hurt me Not the fading echoes of voices crying out They have to be wrong.