There's A Side To This Industry That

Being Stylish Is About Enjoying Your Life And Expressing Yourself And Your Inner Light.

Standin' On A Corner In Winslow, Arizona, And I'm Quite Sure I'm In The Wrong Song.

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?

When Soulmates Come And Go, You're Never Alone, Even When You're Standing Just You And Your Shoes, Because You Carry Them With You.

I Don't Mind A Dirty Girl. But What I Find Tragic Is When We, As Women, Become Not The Subject Of Our Own Story But Someone Else's Object.