I did not realize how broken I was until I saw how broken Mama was.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Mama was a country woman with a whole lot of common sense. She understood what most of our neighbors didn't - that I shouldn't grow dependent on anyone except myself. 'One of these days, I ain't gonna be here,' she kept hammering inside my head.
'I Will Not Be Broken' has really become very healing for me. Any time you go through a cataclysmic event... it's going to inform the richness that you sing from... The experiences of life make all your emotions, I think, deeper.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.
My heart has never been broken, I've never broken anyone else's.
The good mamas are often tough mamas.
Brokenness is the operative issue of our time - broken souls, broken hearts, broken places.
There was a lot of brokenness in my family. Let's just say that I was raised by my grandparents.
Mama tried to save us from the streets, but the streets were too strong.
I often feel like I could fall off the face of the Earth. As long as 'Mama' was around, nobody would really miss me. People really think of her as an actual person. People all the time see me and ask, 'Where's Mama?' Like she should be with me.