On Some Of My Darkest Days, Lucifer's

The Way I See It, The Men That I'm With, Whoever They Are, It's Like Look, You Have To Accept The Fact That I Like Ice Cream, And I Know It Shows Up On My Hips But If You Can't Accept That, Then Leave. Go Away, Toodles. It Is Non-negotiable.

Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are Burning. So Many Dreams On The Shelf. You Say I Wanted You To Be Proud Of Me. I Always Wanted That Myself.

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?

Tell Me You're Crazy, Maybe Then I'll Understand.

My Father Has A Pragmatic Mind. He Marched With Dr King In The 60s, And He's Very Much For Women's Rights.