I'm on the chase, to find myself.
I thought eighteen is when it started.
Turns out I was wrong.
I laughed lighthearted.
Saying that I'm a grown woman is not a reminder.
I'm looking, I'm looking, can you find her?
Paying bills makes you feel superior.
Handling business, switching them hips.
Put on my Chanel.
Walking down the street with my head held up high.
Too busy trying to figure out.
Don't even know what I'm about.
I'm just living.
And you really see it day by day.
Respect, you better give it to me.
You don't want me to stomp on your face.
"Damn that's a grown woman"
That's what they say.
Take off my shades off and let the sunshine rave.
I dare you to cross my path.
My angels and ancestors got my back.
I'm not the one to play with.
The most high don't play about me.
Fast forward to twenty three.
I'm still growing and my curves are flowing.
I don't need your approval.
I'm doing me.
My soul is brighter, can't you see?
This is my farewell poem. I genuinely appreciate you all for reading my poetry. I'm so happy and blessed to be writing on here. It's been a long journey for me. Some days it was really hard to do poetry. I got so caught up with life that I truly lost the passion for it. No matter how much I pushed myself, nothing helped. Until again I'll come back if I feel inspired. Thank u all😊. I'm hope everyone stays safe and prayed up. It's not goodbye, see y'all later 😘!
