They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.

The old farm roads a four lane that leads to the mall, and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall.

I am a work in progress Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding Offering me intricate patterns of questions Rhythms that never come clean And strengths that you still haven't seen

The fundamental imbalance that is behind all of the other social diseases is patriarchy.

I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.

I don't hate being compared with female musicians. I don't mind that at all. I have no problem with seeing connections between women's work.

If you don't live what you sing about, your mirror is gonna fade.