Loud-mouthed liberal feminist. Anarchist knitter. Tequila-drinking artsy-smartsy fat chick. Bluesy folk-rock singer-songwriter. Rebel with too many causes. Quirky eclectic pagan poet. Paradoxical intuitive smartass. Sarcastic brainiac insomniac. You know, for starters.

10.24.2003

For my girls. (and guys)

Normally I would not post song lyrics, especially not my own, but this seems to fit so many of the people in my life right now.

Why is it that people never see how amazing they are?

Anyway, here they are. Feel free to shred 'em.


She has two hands
She holds the world
She understands
It's all hers

A smile like July sun
A kind word for everyone

And I tell her she's amazing
And one of these days
My never-ending praising
Might just find a way
To show her what I see
And she'll believe me

She cries too often
Holds herself down
When she's forgotten
That I'm still around
She really ought to know
She's not alone

When I tell her she's amazing
And one of these days
My never-ending praising
Might just find a way
To show her what I see
And she'll believe me

If it's hers to give
She'll go on and give it
She's got a Fate to live
But she's afraid to live it
She doesn't think she's strong
But just this once, she is wrong

And I tell her she's amazing
And one of these days
My never-ending praising
Might just find a way
To show her what I see
And she'll believe me



So, yeah. That's for my girls (and also for my guys). You people rock, all of you. Act like you know it every once in awhile.


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