Brought to the U.S. at the age of two. Expected from mother and father to adapt the English language. When entered Elementary School. Mother would hit me, because I was too lazy to want and learn English. Seeing that it was something I need it. I decided to speak it. Years passed and a whole lot of shit would pass. Family problems that I was to young to understand. Affected me in ways I couldn't see. Yet now if you look at me and ask me... I'll answer your questions with I'm a whole new me. I've growned and understood many things. But you see not all is kool. Parents wanted me to learn English and for what?? I ask myself at times. If this education I have at hand. Ain't worth it, because I'm not "American." That's just some bullshit. But, I don't let shit like that tear me apart. It only makes me strong. My goals...For sureI'll see become true. I want to aim high... and I know I'll do so. Shooting for the stars baby....That's me 10 years from now.
