I don’t know if I really want this as a poem or whatever but let’s be real…I recently got in trouble for doing something grown folks do.
Was I suppose to do it where I did it… no
But hell are you suppose to be fucking in a car? Plane? Restroom in a restaurant, mall etc? Broom closet at ya job? No but we do it anyways.
1. Cause we grown and
2. it’s a natural thing
Yes I believe marriage is a scared thing.
Even though in reality.. it was never meant for love but for stability, power and partnership.
I would love to love someone and think it’s enough but I can’t just love them…
I have to trust in their ability to lead and not break down when the going gets tough.
Maybe I’m not meant to write a book but maybe just to blog my thoughts and poems
My minds eye…. I want the world to be my journal… fuck the judgement and I’m not the smartest person in the room cause I have some real dumb questions that need answers and ima ask them.
All these damn grammar mistakes are meant to be read as is cause Im fucking talking and my language ain’t perfect
But back to the fact that I’m grown and getting punished for being just that
You want us to act like adults but you punish us like kids
But anyways dummmb off topic
This is the grown series
Like I’m grown and sexy
Grown and independent
Grown and insecure
Grown and. Childish
Grown and unsure
Grown and undefined
Grown and a single parent
Grown and helpless
Grown and naive
Grown and broke
Grown and abused/ abusive
And many more to come… thank you and tune in