Trapped

Asia pov

sometimes I thought my parents hated me because of the actions that they did .like when I was back home in Jamica the community that I lived in everyone got along .They didn't make you feel as if your world was the worst thing out there .they treated you with respect .And whenever there was an activity parents gave there kids freedom to go.life over there was the best thing that ever happened to me .But then my parents felt like they had to come to the U.S for a even better opportunity life so before I knew it I was on a plane leaving my old life behind .

And to top it all off not only was I moving to a different country for change .I was experincing new parents as well .its like once they got on the plane there whole personality changed to some  strict robot .see at first me and my sister thought it was only a temporary thing but it wasn't .we was loosing are cool parents to the society of America .And I hated it.every bit of it

I just thought god was punishing me for something I did in the past. like before they were laid back they didn't really care about how we grew up or what we wore or how we acting as long as we cared about our education and respected ourselves and others .now they was always acting like I mean we couldn't go no where with are friends .no parties ,movies,sleep overs nothing .and if we did go somewhere it happen to be with them which was food shopping, clothes shopping,and church .which was every Sunday .we couldn't text past 10. we had curfews .we couldnt do certain hairstyles. no tatoos no piercings .no boyfriends until we were maried .lol and my favorite one no baby .if we kissed a guy we would get pregnat.if we hugged a boy we would get pregnat .if we even looked at him we would get pregnat like really now they was muttin life . and they wanted us to dress like catholic nuns but me and my sister fought for that freedom because we weren't havin it.its like we were in jail but in a caribean parent house holf. And they felt like if we were under there roof we had to obey everything they told us to do. or we would burn in hell .and top it all off not only did I have to put up with that crap at home but also in school kids would laugh and make fun of me . say I'm ugly or my body wasn't good enough for any of the guys.they would call me a gook .and a nerd.like I didn't pay them any mind cause obviously did had nothing better to do .cause it was one thing I was a bad bitch I had long hair and all of it was mine and none of it was permed.I had fluffy chicks small cute cherry red lips. I was a red bone who was thick in the waist and had one of those brazilan asses .and for someone with B boobs they looked like thick rounded C titties .my nails was never crusty nore did I ever go to school tacky or ratchet. so obviously those hoes had nothing better to do or say.but on a sad note for a girl who had a body like that how come she had to be kept in a cage (my house) where no one could see her natural features .but there was only one thing I kept repeating to myself .

     one day I'll  have that freedom that I've been praying for and when that day come I'll be free