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Family History Reflection

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Reflection of My Family History
What can I say about my family? Honestly, hardly know jack shit about my family's history. As of now, I know that both my Biological parents were born in Puerto Rico. In addition, please be mindful that the man who is supposedly is my biological father; I did not have a chance to meet his ass until I was 24 years old. Furthermore, I never would have met this fucking man had it not been for me calling my Titi Carmen (Aunty Carmen) in Puerto Rico. Before I go too deep into my family's history, I think it would be best for you guys to get a little bit of my background, my first family, the streets of New York City.
For starters, I was born and raised in the most violent poverty-stricken section of New York City, The South Bronx. I managed to survive two epidemics, (the crack, and the aids epidemic). I was born in the early seventies. The Bronx to me looked like a fucking warzone, a vast wasteland, where it was not uncommon to see the rats roam free amongst the debris of the streets of New York City; along with the huge water bugs (Cucarachas Grandes), it is what we Ricans in the hood use to call them. These big ass roaches were disgusting; these motherfuckers had wings on them too. So them suckers could fly and shit. I cringe as I writing this shit thinking about them nasty ass disgusting roaches. The shit I had to deal with growing up in this bitch! I still remember, I swear to you guys going to the bathroom was some scary ass shit, like a

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