The you that’s me

You don't know me yet,

but I know all about you.

What you will like,

where you will go,

who you will meet.

My memory of you is fading,

I am the you 10 years from now.

You're only seven,

At Manzano Mesa Elementary

Your teacher is Mrs. Bluneir.

You live in a bad neighborhood,

The ghetto, and the rich don't want you.

Your mother won't be back,

not for another 8 years,

no matter what she promises.

I am telling you, little boy,

to hold your head up at school.

Making friends isn't important,

because you will move several times.

So just study hard, be the best you.

Everything you will like to do,

there is no shame in it.

Asia, cats, writing, drawing.

Don't let anyone make you believe

that what you like is wrong.

You'll meet me soon.

Because I am you.

I love you.

Take care.