Independent Woman

It really sucks to grow up

Everyday I want to throw up

But everyday to work I show up

Because every other Friday

Is supposed to be my day

But ends up being a cry day

When I get my fucking check

And I’m a fucking wreck

Cause I’m like What the fucking heck!

This will barely even cover my bills

Up my spine I get chills

Every time I go to my mailbox

I wanna sell my stocks

But I ain’t got none

Growing up is no damn fun

Sometimes I just want to run

Away

And live at the beach

And live like a leech 

Off of every person I met

I pitch a phat ass tent

And pay nobody’s rent

I’d have a nice place to shower

And everyday I could scour 

The sand for change

And become strange

To the world I once knew

And just go where the wind blew

Although

I might still go to work

Because work does have its perks

I’ll need money for eating

And a chair for seating

And something to wear to PTA meetings

And for a P.O. Box 

And clean drawls and socks

And maybe I’ll even get me some stocks

Something to invest in

That interest could vest in

That’s what my interest is best in

Cause I’m tired of writing checks

To suits with white collars on their necks

And having to ask my ex

For money every weekend

I mean, we’re barely even speakin

But my house is always reakin

Of the stench that brokeness leaves

When you’ve got nothing up your sleeves

And you’re all out of crazy schemes 

And you’re back’s against the wall

And you’ve got no one left to call 

And you’re trying so hard not to fall

But you just can’t keep yourself up

But then my pride kicks in 

And is like Shut the fuck up!

No, you don’t have any wealth

But you’ve got your fucking health

And lots of love and support

From friends, family and cohorts

So quite your fucking bitchin

You’re Jacole Fucking Kitchen

You’ll make your way

You always do and always have

From the first steps you took on the Ave.

You’ve been witty, resourceful and savvy

You’re the bomb yo!

You don’t need money to see that

You just have to be that

So just sit back and chill

Don’t worry about those bills

And let God do his will

And it’ll be all right

It’s gonna be tight

Well to that I had to own up

So I perked my sad tone up

But it still sucks being a grown up.

- Jacole Kitchen