I Did Not, Thank The Lord, Have

Understanding Isn't Learned From Punishment And Anger. An Iron Has No Gentle Touch, And Love Ain't Learned From Hate.

My Boobs Are Fake, My Hair's Fake But What Is Real Is My Voice And My Heart.

We're Supposed To Be Less Judgmental And Accept And Be Kind And Love One Another.

I've Struggled Enough In My Life To Be Appreciated And Understood. I've Had To Go Against All Kinds Of People Through The Years Just To Be Myself. I Think Everybody Should Be Allowed To Be Who They Are, And To Love Who They Love. I Don't Think We Should Be Judgmental. Lord, I've Got Enough Problems Of My Own To Pass Judgment On Somebody Else.

I Want To Be Like One Of Those Little Fainting Goats That Get Scared And Then Just Fall Over. I Want To Go And Go And Then Drop Dead In The Middle Of Something I'm Loving To Do. And If That Doesn't Happen, If I Wind Up Sitting In A Wheelchair, At Least I'll Have My High Heels On.