Dear Parents
Dear Parents
Freedom.
One word.
Carrying a myriad of emotions
And struggles
That vary accordingly
But carries an equal significance
In the hearts of its seekers
Freedom.
The word is a disguise in itself.
The one who seeks it.
Finds it.
Either
Early or late
Easy or hard
But to be able to achieve it
Is what matters at the end.
It may mean one thing to you
And the complete opposite to me.
It may be as significant as
Fighting against colonization
Or protesting for your sexuality
Or as trivial as getting a tattoo
And dyeing your hair blue.
MY DEAR PARENTS,
No reason is strong enough
For you to have the right
To curtail my basic freedom
And limit my meagre wishes.
You consider me a responsibility
To be fulfilled
Rather than a child
To be raised
You provide me with education
Considering it to be everything
I will ever need
But
Being deprived of freedom
Is what makes me mentally ill
Which for you
Is a meagre joke.
Getting me married is your only goal
And getting out of these boundaries
is mine.
Please
Try to understand.
You are destroying me
Mentally.
Dont blame me later
If I become crippled
It's all you to be blamed
For me being distant.
When I told you that
You need counselling as a parent
I didn't mean to insult you
I just want you to understand me
And my nature
Being an introvert is not a sin
Wanting to stay in my room
Isolated
In my small peaceful world
Is not a sin
You giving birth to me
And having control over my body
My skin color
My hair length
My weight
Are not related.
Letting me study what I want
Is what you consider a great gift
But suppressing my wishes
Other than studies
And blackmailing me
To quit my education
Is not the way
You raise a child.
But despite all that
I love you
But I can never love you
To my fullest
Responsibility
Is a word
With great meaning
But now I hate it
Just because of you
I hope this is the last generation
Being depressed
And with parents who refuse
To understand their children.