When The Mothers Start To Shatter, Then

If You Sing To The Mermaids, They Come When You're Drowning.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

I've Been Raising Up My Hands Drive Another Nail In Just What God Needs One More Victim

I Get Painted Quite A Bit As A Tragic Figure Because Of Some Of The Stuff That's Happened In My Life.

We All Get Intimidated By Showing Ourselves, For Whatever Reason, We Think, If I Really Show Who I Am, And Someone Goes [pfftt] Then It's Gonna Crush Me. Well, It's Not Gonna Crush Me. It Doesn't Crush You If Somebody Does That- Somebody Will Do That. Many Times. And Once You Accept That That's Not Why You're Doing It, You're Doing It Because That's Your Form Of Expression.