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singer-song writer
The bottom line is - music heals me. Ever since I can remember myself, singing has been my way of self-soothing. My way of connecting back to my body and the world. A safe place where it's okay to feel everything just the way it is and not be judged for it. My music is feelings put into melody and lyrics, with the hope that whoever needs to feel their feelings, can find a place to express them.
My new single 'Hysteria' for me is a song of empowerment. A song that moves you from the inside to trust yourself and your instincts. As a woman with Endometriosis, I believe that my dis-eased genes go all the way back to the 19th century, when women were locked up and institutionalized for being women, and further back to the days when wise women were killed for being witches. I've learned to internalize this pain and shame; this song is a reminder to set myself free.
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Once you're online
It's all rainbows and sunshine
Everybody's doing fine
It's all going their way
And you
Oh you're on your own now
Lonely as fuck, wow
Must it be this way, how
Do we make it real?
So we, can feel okay to be
Human as we are
It's not all superheroes, supermodels and superstars
We can have a bad day
But once you're online
It's all rainbows and sunshine
Doesn't rain unless you're looking fine
In a barn ass coat
Doesn't matter if you can't afford it
It's all on credit and you're liked
So it's worth it
Does it matter if you can't afford it?
Abolish credit. Are you liked? Is it worth it?
Cuz we
We're dying for some real love
Fake smiles made us feel numb
We're losing touch with out hearts now
How do we make it real?
So we Can feel okay to be Human as we are
It's not all superheroes, supermodels and superstars
They can have a bad day
They can go the wrong way
They grow old and decay And that's the one thing that's real
They grow old and decay And that's the one thing that's real
For now
I've been raised to believe
That I should do, buy and consume
Everything and anything to be pretty
I've been thought
And I've been schooled
On my own I'm just a fool
I need a man, who thinks I'm pretty
But then life happened
And it was all a lie
I'm being taxed for being alive
For the gender you've closed in a box
With one color (boys are blue, girls are pink)
Pink is for my money
And I don't even matter
(Gloria Steinem speech “Address to women of America” 1971)
Sex and race, because they are easy, visible differences, have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups and in to the cheap labor on which this system still depends.
I've been told
I don't want no scrub
But it doesn't really matter
How he treats me
And I've been shown
Through growing up
A girl in this world
That all I am is what I have to show
Am I pretty?
A society in which there will be no roles, other than those chosen or those earned.
Is my ass big enough?
Are my tits to your liking?
Blond enough? Tall enough?
Is there more hair to shave?
Have I misbehaved?
Am I being too brave?
Instead of shutting up
Just being pretty
You know, you say it's about $1,300
Of pink tax per year
But what about the time I've spent?
And what about the tears?
Ain't that pretty
Pink is for my money
And I don't even matter
(it's all for my money)
Pink is for my money
And I don't even matter
(pink)
Pink is for my money
And I don't even matter
(I don’t, I don’t, I don’t even matter)
Pink is for my money
And I don't even matter
(and I don't even matter)
Pink is for my money
And I don't even matter
(pink)
Pink is for my money
And I don't even matter
It really is a revolution
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