Don’t treat me like I am something that happened to you.
I’ve been waiting for sleep to offer up the day with both hands.
Then I show up steady ready and proud and I find I’ve forgotten how to talk out loud. Isn’t it just like you to bring me to my knees?
Birth is the epicenter of women’s power.
Smile pretty and watch your back.
They taught me different was wrong.
I’m recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.
If you don’t live what you sing about, your mirror is gonna fade.
I would like to perfect the art of being studiously aloof.
There’s a paradox in every paradigm.
If you’re not angry, then you’re just stupid, you don’t care. How else can you react when something’s so unfair?
Words are hotter than flames. Words are wetter than water.
I always wanted to be commander-in-chief of my one-woman army, But I can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour.
To split yourself in two is just the most radical thing you can do.
I still define myself by the places that I’ve been.
A little bird told me that jumping is easy and the falling is fun, right up until you hit sidewalk shivering and stunned.
Goldfish have no memory, I guess their lives are much like mine. And the little plastic castle is a surprise everytime.
Emptiness has its solace in that there’s nothing left to take.
I know men are delicate origami creatures who need women to unfold them, hold them when they cry. But I am tired of being your savior and I am tired of telling you why.
You’ve decided to love me for eternity, I’m still deciding who I want to be today.