Life Lessons Baby Girl Didn'T Make the Team
Life Lessons Baby Girl Didn't Make The Team
Baby stop your crying
You didn't make Bobby Socks All Star Team
It's okay, let it go
It's not the end of the world, baby
There's always next year
And soon after that
There's high school ball
You're only eleven, baby
You're only eleven
Think of the big picture
Think, think
You had fun
You had a blast
You helped your team win the championship
That's the main thing
You best not be worrying too much
You'll be getting grey hairs, like your mama
Or a heart attack like your father
Please mama, stop
Please
Mama I was the best
The ballots were rigged
They are a bunch of sneaks in the night
Snakes between the lines
Mama the coaches picked their pets
Apples to the core
I know it
I hate Bobby Socks
I hate Bobby Socks
I'll never play again
Mama the votes were rigged
Like Bush vs. Gore in 2000
I had the most home runs and hits
I could pitch and field with the best
Mama where did I go wrong
Mama ... please
I asked the coaches why, and they ignore me
They ignore me, like I'm weird or something
As if they have something to hide
Like shame or embarrassment
Mama where did I go wrong
I hate those apples to the core
I hate them
Oh baby come here to your mama's arms
Stop shedding those tears, please
This is so reminiscent when your father's
painting didn't place in the art contest
So reminiscent
He was so distraught like you
Even more so
He didn't eat for two days
Or sleep
His eyes were so red with anger
That he didn't speak to no one, including me
Hear this baby, and stop rolling your eyes
He went on to social media and made a spectacle of himself
It was so sad to watch
He stood up for what he believed
Against those black bears down river
That kept tearing him apart
Where he thought his art was better than the rest
For two days he was on the moon
He wrote the most egregious comments
Oh yes he did, beleive me
I even have print outs to show you one day
Baby, the point is that you will certainly come back even stronger
Look Michael Jordan and Stephen Curry
Didn't make their basketball teams
And look where they are today,
Two of the best players in NBA history
The point is baby it hurts now
I agree
But you need to keep blossoming
You need to
Like being the best red rose you can be
The best in the dozen
I promise
You'll end up being way better for this
I promise, baby
I promise
connie pachecho
12/27/16
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2016
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