Who I Am

I am from the Mariachi Music

From the burnt corn and burritos

I am from the sparkling stars.

I am from the earth I love, the callilys.

I am from the birthdays and celebrations, Alicia, Victor, and Erika.

I am from the Aztecs and Mexicas.

From the don't worry about that and hurry we need to leave.

I am from the City of Angels, Corn and Carne Asada. 

From the appendix that was taken out of my mom when she was 2 years old, the hard struggles my dad had growing up, and the hard struggles my Pa and Ma had to have a wonderful life.

I am from the hall of all the pictures.

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