Random autobiography

I erupted on the day
before June 8th 1990.
One of many babies
born at St. Johns Hospital;
but raised in Fillmore
my entire life.
I have seen many
“First Place” trophies,
but no “C.I.F Ring”.
My father taught me everything
there is to know about
girls and cars, as we worked
on our 62’ Impala in our back yard.
I have loved a couple girls,
but none like this one.
My mother used to
Hold my hand
to cross the street,
now she watches me as I
leave to college every morning.
The blood gushing
from my head felt warm
after wrestling with my cousin.
My best friend’s enemies
are my enemies.
My grandma made me soup
when I was sick;
I would pretend to like it
So I wouldn’t hurt her feelings.
My cousin rolls in a
Lincoln MKz, he is like
a brother to me.
I love Cali in the summer time,
even though she’s only around
for a few months…