I loved him [Prince], the world loved him.Now he's at peace with his Father.Rest in power, Prince , my brother.
Painted faces, sun burnt skin, fixed expressions, smiles worn thin.
The bickering and fighting and hating that women do with each other - it's going to kill us as a race of people.
In my thirties, I felt I had hold of one of the reins some of the time.
Well. I'm probably not loving myself like I should, but I'm really trying.
Being a singer is a way for me to get to a platform to do more.