Teen Years

the aunt needs meds

My least favorite aunt has somehow given birth to my second and third favorite cousins. They bring out different sides of me that I never really get seen. Second cousin lets me show off my chill side and the third lets me show off my inner geek. My third cousin has Asperger Syndrome so its hard for him to communicate. My aunt uses ableism and says so many wrong things about him behind his back. Because his mind won't allow him to socialize properly doesn't mean he deserves hell fire. She never truly believes in his college education so my family pays for him. My mother pays their bills and because of this she can barely afford to pay for her own. My mom says that they need it more yet our family seems to struggle a lot more. She buys my cousin a new bag, shirt, and paid for half of her prom dress. While I have to look for the cheapest dress for my formal. We go shopping for 3 days straight and my mother buys them anything they want yet won't buy me a $6 shirt. Even whaen they are away my mother won't get me anything because moneys is on low supply. Calls from the bank and hospital bills from my dad  or grandma our bank money get smallere and smaller. My mom works even harder to secure a ob while my dad goes back to guyanan again and again. Then there is my aunt that barges in and ruins vacation days. She said that my grandma in Brooklyn must be using the wrong meds for mistaking people and being in a happy mood even though she has dementia and alzheimers and has gone through a heart attack. She saysher own mother must be off her meds to have mood swings and forgetfulness even though my grandmother been constantly getting sick and these are side effect of old age. I've heard her murmur to her friends that I have some personality disorder and should be checked because of my mood swings. Has she not ever gone through puberty. She says this woman looks like this disease and this woman has this disorder yet she fails to actually take a look at our society. Not everyone needs help and people are normal. While twenty percent of teens suffer with anxiety I got myself out she does not have the right to label me. My life is mine and it is different than hers. She sees Kanye as trash when my eyes he is a visionary. Broadway to me is my life not playing an instrument I don't like with a teacher I hate. She does not hold my  future. I hold the key to my family and my inheritance is greater than hers ue to my father being the favorite. Maybe she is the one who needs meds after all.