Freedom

If only I could finally get my hands on you. I’d be the happiest kid in the whole world; if you ask me what I want—its freedom and nothing else. I’m 22, I will be turning 23 this summer, I may not look 22 but I am twenty-two turning on twenty-three soon. I’m old enough to drive a car, to apply make-up and wear clothes just because I want to look good but still I live a life full of chapters and verses I need to follow, I have a family that simply does not understand what “LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME BE” means. They have live a life set to standards, they have followed my forbidding grandfather’s rules and they shall passed it on to everyone in the family, especially me. 

There’s a fine line between being a disciplinarian and a total bitch and you are being a bitch, totally! I don’t quiet understand why you always have to pry? Can’t you just let me be? You are not even my mother but they way you treat me simply irritates me. You have no right to tell me what clothes I should wear because I don’t ask money from you in the first place, I buy whatever clothes I want, you can’t be my own stylist because you can’t even match and mix your clothes, you can’t tell me not to wear make up or apply nail polish, this pretty face is not yours and this pretty nails are not yours. You don’t own me, lady. I have every right on what I want to do with my face, my nails and my hair You can’t stop me, seriously. I will fight for it. This is my life and you have no right to interfere. 

This whole thing about you and your siblings living a simple life ten million years ago drama you always tell me will not make me change my mind because honey, I really don’t care what you and your siblings went through before. Life was indeed simple back then but things change, people change. I don’t want to end up like you. I want to break free from all of you. Don’t set me as a good example because I didn’t dream of being a role model or a good example to anyone. I want to live life without limitations. Let me cut my hair and sport a new look, paint my nails in different shades, eat lipstick for breakfast, lunch and dinner, flaunt my style. Just let me be. Why do you always enjoy on pestering people’s lives? Let them live, don’t die a murderer. 

Do me a little favor, upgrade your wardrobe. Stop prying. Buy clothes.