Who I am.

I am from the valley

When I was young

I was told I played pretty rough

to the point were

they didn't know what my gender was.

They were confused just like, my grandmother Joyce

calling out multiple children names

when she only wanted one.

My grandmother was as stable as

a chair with two legs.

One of her childrens names was Laura

the aunt who can cook up a storm that taste so good

it would make everyone come back for more even when they were still full.

People never believe in my aunts cooking talents

because she is as smal as a chickpea.

Her famous dish is banana pudding and

if left unttended,untouched, and unloved

it will definatley go missing, when my curious cat llke cousins come around.

Just like the special things

that I keep in special places,

if I dont put them in my fancy filled like chest

I will never see those special things again.

My chest is my world.

My home is small but filled with culture, colorful paintings and fancy lights.

My life, is like a box of chocolates.

 

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