Kiara Marmolejos

I know my mother loves me very much but sometimes she tells me things that I already know. I don’t understand why she insists that I am becoming a slut. I don’t understand why she can’t see that I follow her footsteps. I already know how to do the household chores. I have been doing them since I was six while my brother was allowed to play outside with friends. It’s never been fair. She is so contradictory sometimes. She tells me not to become a slut but then informed me on how to make a medicine to abort a baby. What if I don’t want to abort a baby at all? I would rather admit that I had sex and have the child. Clearly my mother still thinks I am a child. But then why does she call me a slut if I am innocent. I have never even kissed a boy! When would I get the chance for that? Oh how I wish I could kiss a boy! My brother is the one who is allowed outside. I do all the work in the house. Yet they still think he is more capable than I am. I’m so frustrated with these gender roles I just want to run away. My mom will probably accuse me of running away with some boy and call me a slut- again. I know she means the best for me but why can’t she get to know me. She thinks I will be a smiling subservient woman but I wont. I wont smile at people I don’t like. I refuse. But maybe I will let her know that another day… not today. I cant wait until she sees I am her daughter and I am good.