I'm a b****, I'm a lover,
I'm a child, I'm a mother,
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint. . .
This song was playing on the radio as I was driving the other day to meet my cousin for dinner. It resonated with me.
Even though I am not yet a mother, I desire to be some day, I am all the rest.
I am messed up. But, still I am loved.
