Growing Up
As a child, your parents shape your mind
As I age, I have my own beliefs to find
Being my own person, aside from my family
May create tension that is utterly ugly
But growing up means making tough choices
And standing up and over the multitude of voices
Now, I’m an adult and I respectfully disagree
And independence is no longer an absentee
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