My Big Age
Imagine being my big age
And still worried about
Who doesn’t like me
And why
Who doesn’t approve of me
And their rationale
Why what I eat
suddenly
Makes you shit
Neon green like them
Black ass whoppers
Meanwhile I couldn’t care less
About what makes you
You
I approve of you
I love you
Because you are you.
All I’d want is the same
And yet that is so far
From mundane
Out of the ordinary
That I be afforded the courtesy
To simply exist
Free of your judgement
Your religion
Your scorn
Your oft wrong intuition…
As I look at myself
I’m this mirror I see
The only one holding back
My happiness
Is me
I judge myself
On what others may say
Who’d shun me
Or turn away
All the while hoping to preserve
Relationships built
On a fucking mirage
Of the image I chose to show
But muhfucka no more
At my big age fuck that
And if you truly got beef
Grill it
Cuz what I eat don’t make you shit
And you def can’t get a nutt
Off who I do
Or don’t hit.
So this is me
Like it or hate it
At this big age
I no longer care
Gasp, whisper, stare
Do whatever you must
With the full knowledge
That I
Honestly and truly
and disrespectfully
Don’t give a fuck.