Emancipation At Eighteen

I reassure you that

I'm not a little boy anymore

I don't need you to hold my hand

I possess knowledge of right and wrong

I trust your parenting techniques

I believe you raised me right

You didn't raise a naive fool

You raised a man

Which is what I am

So don't worry mama

I know that I'm somebody

I'm aware that I'm a staple in society

God is my validation

You taught me that remember?

Even at my ugliest you beautified me

Told me it was okay

After disciplining me of course

Now I comprehend my own mistakes

I don't need your rod to direct me

Even though I appreciate it very much

I'm grateful for everything you've instilled in me

But I'll be fine mama I promise

Give me space to live my life accordingly

Allow me room to become myself

Let me show you the fruits of your labor

I need growth I want freedom

Please mama it's all I ever wanted

I mean I am eighteen now mama