Miss. Independent
No job, no car, always asking others to buy her things.
Mom, will you get this; mom will you get that.
Months pass and now
One job, one car in her own name, only buys her own things
Lives with her fiance 800 miles away at college.
Is this for real? or is it just a dream?
I guess I won't know
No body told her adulting is hard, she's handling it just fine.
Keep going, she says, I'm miss. independent.
This poem is about:
Me