Minus all the kids.
I wanna be free. Free to do and to say. And to do. Without unapproving stares.
But aren’t you already living like that? you might ask. NO. I’m not. And that’s part of what’s got me so crazy and upset now.
In 20+ years, I wanna have a teenager that starts a blog reppin’ Mom’s clothing line.
In the meanwhile, in search of freedom, I’ll just go dance the night away at the 9:30 club.