Her voice revealed a broken heart behind a cheerful tune. Glittered disco balls danced on her flawless ebony skin. She was at the right place, at the right time. She craved fame and it ate her whole. How do you escape from a reflection of yourself, frozen in time?
God had to create disco music so I could be born and be successful.
I am sensual and very physical. I'm very erotic. But my sexuality exists on a sort of a fantasy level.
I don't care if I'm beautiful; I don't care what I am on the outside. It isn't about the outside.
I don't really try to predict what can and will happen with things. Sometimes you think something's gonna be a huge success, and it isn't. And sometimes you pay no attention to something whatsoever, and God just makes it into everything.
I like to know that someone is stronger than I am. I want to be able to know that if I get tired, somebody is there to hold up the fort. I like knowing that I can't pick a refrigerator alone. God did not make me strong enough to do that.
I'm just an ordinary person that did some extraordinary things.
I want a private life, I truly do. I'm not just pretending to want one like lots of celebrities.
Nobody wants you to stop, obviously because you're a moneymaking machine. But you have to make the decision and you have to move forward. So I took time off to have babies and do all that.
Most people don't get called a queen. I appreciate the reference and that I've gotten to be part of people's lives. But now I have to make a new title for myself. That diva thing is getting a little used.