mom, can you show me how to make tortillas again?
i can't make them how you do,
or maybe i enjoy seeing how you're so gentle with the masa;
mom, can you straighten my hair?
i know it's dead and fried
but please,
you can style it how you like;
and then after
we can watch a telenovela,
I'll act like I understand what's going on again,
so you can run your hands through my hair;
you can rock me back and forth, sing me to sleep,
your rythmic tune ever so quiet;
can I tell you about my ambitions again?
how i want to touch the sky,
kiss a boy,
rule the world,
become a renowned artist and baker and singer and model,
dye my hair purple.
i know you preferred my highlights.
don't antagonize me with your touch,
i can't take your touch, momma...
am i glowing yet mommy?
am i as amazing and wonderful
you said i would grow up to be?
¿am i still your muñecita preciosa ama?
I'm sorry,
I made the tortillas too thin again,
can you show me how to make them again mommy?
this is my first ever piece of original literature ive ever posted on any social media, lol ! ... i hope you enjoy and repost ! and to whoever can relate to this poem, go tell your mom you love her, maybe watch a movie and eat some popcorn together.
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𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒆.୨୧
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Waiter: What would you like to order?
Ayato: A milkshake with two straws, please
Yui: Aww!
[After the waiter brings the milkshake]
Ayato: *Putting both straws in his mouth* Watch how fucking fast I can drink this
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