Parents with no parents
I was raised by
Milk and cookies
aunt was cookin’
with me lookin to see if i’d learn,
Kind of Aunt…
I was raised by
Espinoza paz,
Enrique Iglesias,
and Edwin Luna yeahhh that was the spotify jam
Kind of Aunt…
I was raised by
“Come help me cook”
“let’s go to the store”
and “let’s go party”
kind of Aunt.
I was raised by
Tortillas handmade,
cookin’ everyday,
and cleaning dishes in the evening
I was raised from
San Bernardino
to fontana
to LA
to San jacinto
to Hayward
Kind of life
I was raised by nothingg but family!
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