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....
There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything she puts her mind to, has the strength to follow her path, isn’t stopped by obstacles and knows she can fall, pick herself up and keep going.
