Growing Up... on a Tuesday

When are you too old for a butt whooping?
People. Family. Friends.
I am grown.
I am not only grown because of my age but I am grown because I have successfully graduated college in four years, I have a create another human almost four years ago, but most effectively I am grown because I do not and have not lived in under the roof of my Mother since I was the tender age of 15.
I sent an email to my family and many of them took my words as ungrateful and unappreciative but I am grown as hell as I should be able to tell someone, hell anyone for that matter exactly how I feel about something. I did not know that at the ripe age of 30 I still had to tip toe and sugar coat. Aren't we all adults here? This is what it is and this is what it aint. Now whats up? Like really, people need to get out of their feelings and check my birth certificate because I'm grown.
I am not only grown because of my age but lets throw in the fact that you cant whoop me. Just swallow what I said from one adult to another and get on with your damn day. 

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