I know “she’s somebody’s daughter” is supposed to make people care. But it keeps bothering me: why isn’t “she’s somebody” enough?
That question became the starting point for this song. Then came all the things girls learn so early. Be careful. Be polite. Don’t make a fuss. And the women who learned those same rules before us.
Writing the lyrics, I kept coming back to small details: keys between knuckles, a hallway light left on, money hidden in a teacup. The women in the song have whole lives inside those little things. Love, fear, anger. Things they say, and things they’ve learned to swallow.
I wanted room for the mother’s story too. She was somebody before she became somebody’s mum.
“I am somebody’s daughter. I am somebody too.”
That second sentence matters to me.
— Jasmin


