You broke me bodily. The heart ain't the half of it, And I'll never learn to laugh at it In my good natured way. In fact, I'm laughing less in general, But I learned a lot at my own funeral. And I knew you'd be the death of me, So I guess that's the price I pay.

Art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there.

Don't treat me like I am something that happened to you.

There are so many things that we have to be very concerned about. But I always come back to feminism.

How come I can pick my ears but not my nose?

I envy your ignorance, I hear that it's bliss.

I turned my pain into art and my hard work into a career. Helping myself has helped others. helping others has helped me.