My Identity Is Very Clear To Me

I'm Still Learning, You Know. At 80, I Feel There Is A Lot I Don't Know.

I Really Do Hate To Sing.

It's Ill-becoming For An Old Broad To Sing About How Bad She Wants It. But Occasionally We Do.

I Was Unique In That I Was A Kind Of Black That White People Could Accept. I Was Their Daydream. I Had The Worst Kind Of Acceptance Because It Was Never For How Great I Was Or What I Contributed. It Was Because Of The Way I Looked.

The Naked Female Body Is Treated So Weirdly In Society. It's Like People Are Constantly Begging To See It, But Once They Do, Someone's A Hoe.