Dream BIG.

I'm a child, a woman, a beast, a problem to be reckoned with, never losing breath so I'm stepping quick. Inhaling life, spitting verbs. I live life in the fast lane so I'm speaking verbs. I love too much to hate the world around me, but sometimes I'm a mad bitch. A feminist. Pro-choice and all that liberal shit. A poet. Don't know where to go, so I make problems flow, verbally, so pain can escape through me. so i could finally be the true me....

You can spend minutes, hours,
days, weeks or even months
over-analyzing a situation;
trying to put the pieces together,
justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened…
or you can just leave the pieces of the floor
and move the fuck on.

—Pac