“I refuse to be ashamed of the fact that my body does bleed each month; it is why we are all here.”

Next time they are cruel to you, listen carefully, and if you listen you will hear their pain and just like that see their heart.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.

You’re too powerful to be a slave of acceptance.

If you don’t set your spirit free now then when will you find your wild.

And one day I hope your path leads you to a place where you love yourself as much as I love you.

Their compliments should not define you and nor should their criticism break you.

There is a fire raging inside you; do not allow anyone to extinguish it. And so on these nights when you think you are broken, remember the flame, and feel it burn.

There is a world up ahead where people are not targeted for beliefs or bodies, where peace isn’t a fantasy but reality. Build the world you hope your children will see.

I had all of the love in the world but I could not see it. We are blind when we don’t know how to love the very bones and blood that make us.

Shame bleeds through generation to generation. That is not the legacy I wish for you.

Be the light that floods the wounds of people lost in their own darkness.

If you don’t set your spirit free now then when will you find your wild.

Missing you is the cruelest thing I could do to my heart, and maybe that’s why I do it: its easier to hurt myself than love myself.

We all have a voice. If you take a stand, you could be changing someones life.

Never allow any soul to clips your wings, you were born an ember. You were born a flame.

There is a world up ahead where people are not targeted for beliefs or bodies, where peace isn’t a fantasy but reality. Build the world you hope your children will see.

Some of us gave a little blood for the right to participate in the democratic process.

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.

Freedom has cost too much blood and agony to be relinquished at the cheap price of rhetoric.

The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

Use your blood to paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.