don’t ask me why I’m crying
i’m not gonna tell you what’s wrong
i’m just gonna sit on your lap
for five dollars a song
i want you to pay me for my beauty
i think it’s only right
cause I have been paying for it
all of my life
– Ani DiFranco, “Letter to a John”
I’m gonna take the money I make
and I’m gonna go away
When I read that Martha had died…
When I read that…
And now Martha.
How many more people are going to die this fall?
People say that it’s the way I carry the suffering of others that gives them hope, inspiration, whatever. But I’m tired of that. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of hurting. I can’t say I didn’t ask for this because I did. It’s just I didn’t know what I was asking for. I thought it was heroic, tragic, romantic, to pursue suffering love. I didn’t think it would be so… tangible.
Sometimes I wish more than anything else that I could just let it all go.
Well, that’s not entirely true.
Sometimes I want to wish more than anything else that I could just let it all go.
But I never do.
Fucking Christians. I’m tired of being what you’re supposed to be. Fuck you for abandoning the broken and abandoning your identity in doing so. Fuck you for forcing crosses on the backs of those who understand what it means to follow Jesus.
they think I make a big deal
but they still think I’m kinda cute
they joke about the status quo
to break the ice
once the ice is broken
I hope they all fall through
because this is no joke to me
they don’t fool me with their acts
they too shall pass
just like everyone who’s only here
for my ass
– Ani DiFranco, “The Waiting Song”
and I can’t wait, oh I can’t wait
till they get their due