My ATTEMPT to be poetic

SO, as of May 31st I'm an ex " PLEASE DADDY!" bitch. 22/f/ and finally I have financial freedom from the evil dictator known as dad. Except, I have no money or job. Yeah I know--smart move. Here's the scoop: My father is a very successful sports trainer and simultaneously an evil dictator. To his colleagues he is this marvel, to his community a martyr, but to his children--MORON. I love the guy--being a first generation American child, I have seen the sacrifice and hard work, and I appreciate it so much, but I am really not a bad child--according to American standards. According to my cultural inclination, I'm a hussy (specially cause my boyfriend is half black EEK!) The whole thing started when he wanted me to visit his mother (yes, my grandmother) for 6 weeks this summer! Not only do I attend an Ivy league school, but I just started an amazing internship working in the field that I am majoring in and immediately, hysterically started to hyperventilate when he "proposed" this to me. "Proposed" meaning an ultimatum between going to the West Coast and fulfilling his obligation, or not going back to school because he will take away all the money. After dealing with it for 22 years, I opted to not go--just to see if he really would, and well now I have a blog to keep me busy. This is my first time doing this ever--well no, actually I had a XANGA; REMEMBER THOSE?! But that was filled with life-changing information about all the local keggers, who did keg stands the longest, who did can stands ( yes can stands, think about it), and just how bittersweet my relationship with my varsity soccer boyfriend was. This time around, I'm going to attempt to tackle real life situations, as I am currently being backhanded by the reality of this world, this economy, and social norms.