Maturity

How can you say I'm not grown?

Stretched to my bordering 6-foot length,

I'm almost a giant compared to you!

How can you say I am not a man?

Watch me stroke the stubble growth

Stamping the virile seal on my chin.

How dare you assume me to be less than an adult!

I work for my money, I bring home the bacon,

Taking care of myself- I am handling my business,

Thank you very much!

So what if I throw the occasional fit

When I don't get my way?

I don't see you dancing with glee

When things don't work out.

Think you all that and a bag of chips

Just because you married

Got a couple kids

That don't make you my daddy!

I stand on my own

And I'm damn proud,

So don't you pity me

Save your charity for the beggars.

Say I got avoidance issues.

Well Mr. Psychologist,

Before you try to analyse me

Why don't you go dust off the skeletons in your closet!

I sound angry?

Damn straight!

I'm mad as hell!

What you gon' do 'bout it- nigga?

I work,

I sweat,

I till the earth,

I make ideas blossom,

I bend over backwards

In positions they'd have to edit  the Karma Sutra to catalogue!

On the grind

All the time.

And what that get a brother?

I'll tell you what a brother get-

A big fat-ass lump of golden nothing!

Yeah I got issues,

I give everything

To a job I hate

And would leave in a heartbeat

If I didn't have all these bills due.

So you think you know me?

Think you got me figured out?

Well to hell with you and all your theories,

Mr. university graduate!

I got better things to do.

Unseemly? Vulgar? Unsightly?

Does my emotion bother you?

Make you uncomfortable?

Too messy?

Oh I should have some decorum?

Well guess what Mr. Maturity

That's life.

And this is where my humanity is at.

So I'm going to bare my soul.

Strip down and let it all hang out.

Dip my thang,

Scream to the heaven.

Then, Imma pick up my clothes,

Lick my wounds,

Bathe,

Get dressed,

And start again.

At least I deal with my stuff.

And that is my maturity!