P1+ARojo

I have never stayed in only one place to live my whole life. It is as if we were or we are some birds traveling around looking for a home. Right now I live on Wallace Ave. Before here we lived on Joanne Street, it was like if we were in a big museum. Before here we lived on Royal Palm Street, I loved that place. it was so wild like being at a rock concert. i love being in wild places. then before there we lived in Las Vegas, before that we lived in Mexico.
 * House on Wallace Ave.**

I miss my apartment at Royal Palm. I grew up there and left alot of good memories. My mom would always get up at 6am sharp. She would do her bed making it look like a piece of wood with no wrinkles, and opening the curtains letting the bright sun come in as if it was fighting the darkness. My sisters and I would hurry to dress and eat breakfast to go to school. Now I only live with my little sister and my mom. I cook for them and take care of them because of my mom's diabetes. It's hard because I go work right after school and I get out hoping nothing happens to them and I hope I wont find my stepfather around or I'll hurt him with my own bare hands, it is like the world is going down on her and I because of her health and all the financial stress she's going threw right now. I feel like if we are caught in a net and cant be rescued. Every body in my family have different types of styles. Alex wears layers and layers of clothing, she mostly likes skater clothes because she skates. When she starts dressing her self up she starts looking like a fluffed up bunny.
 * Clothing**

My mom, ....she dresses like a red rose does with it's nice soft pettals. Mom wears professional clothes like shes from the MAFIA. My mom is like concrete, it can never be broken. My world is mostly seperated by styles. I like to hang out with people who have a unique wild style and personality. People out of the normal. If I were to be with normal people, it would be tough, because i hate people who criticizes. They would probably be staring at us like, "what are they wearing!!!!". I like wearing what ever i want with no ones opinion. My world is separated by people who like to dance as well. I enjoy dancing. Any type of music is cool. If i were to go to a club with someone who doesn't know how to dance, i would be bored, because i wouldn't like to just leave them there and go dance. Dancing is seriously my world, my family is known for great dancers. We dance anything cumbia, salsa, reggeton, merengue, hip-hop, rock, ska, goth, anything just name it. My name means good mother in Cuban. My father chose it, because he's cuban. My name means powerful in english,it is like an electric guitar that always takes lead in a song. I think it's a good name in our family,because it relates so much to my mom. My mother is an extremely good mother, she has always cared about us before anyone else. She's a very strong single mother that took good care of us five girls. She has always found a way to get us atleast a piece of bread for us to eat.
 * Styles and Personality**
 * My Name**

A lot of my friends make fun of my name. They usually call me "Ana banana", or something nice like,"Anita bonita", I love my name. Sometimes I don't because its too short and because it's the same thing when you write it backwards. Nora would always say if you give me some money I'll let you use the nintendo. She would always try to get me mad, eventhough the nintendo belonged to me. Nora always had her ways.
 * Our Good Day**

Once we would get home from school, she would send me to do chores, so she could play the nintendo. I would never tell my mom. She was always too busy to listen. It would be hard to take away my nintendo, until one day I gave her $5.00. She had send my sister to buy her some snacks so she could eat. I smelled like an old mop, it disturbed me. For a while she was being so nice to me, but then the money was gone and she changed so quickly.She was only a cool sister when i had money, but things changed now. Now I have my nintendo back and a good sister. I never thought there would be such a thing as a junk store with such interesting stuff. I was wrong. I went to Los Angeles and found something powerfull and motivating, it made me want so many things, we could say it inspired me.
 * Gil's Furniture Bought and Sold**

It was a frame with a picture in it. The foto was a barber shop in the 1950's, it was all dusty and scrached,but in my eyes it was beautiful. It was a black and white foto showing barbers doing their thing. My younger sister Alex saw me starring at it and thought i was crazy. She had said that it was all me. well, I love to do hair so it was pretty inspiring to me because i would like to have a picture like that with my own salon one day. Many people who are not brown think we are dangerous. They don't know anything. If we are brown we are the killers or gang members in their eyes.
 * Those Who Don't**

In my hunny eyes, it is not like this. Women of no color walk scared down the street with thoughts of " Am i going to make it....". They dont know any better it can be there own son's or grand son's or any other family member that are the danger's. Every one in this world lives with fear. At first I didn't want to work. But when I saw my mother needing help with the rent and other payments, I went looking for a job but my mom said I shouldn't,because I still have to go to school, but I insisted.
 * The First Job**

Mom would always be too stressed out and tired everyday. Sometimes she couldn't even get out of bed. It has been very difficult for us. My first day at work was nice, but extremely tiring. I never sat down for the whole day, there were so many rood people, it was as if they were little devils. The only reason that kept me there was my mom and because of my future. I also met a really sweet guy there. I'm really close to him now and he sends me flowers, because he thought I was the morning like flower and the clean air he breathes every day. He made my day and I made a lit of customers, just by him making me feel good. Although I came home really tired and did my homework. That got me even more tired. I'll never forget my first job.
 * A House of My Own
 * A tall house with a big garden in the front.A garden of red roses for me to smell every morning. A house that I know I will stay there for life and have all of my family there so I could take good care of mother.A place that I could be myself and won't have to have people I don't get along with.