I normally stay away from reviews. Why? Just not my thing. I hate talking about the same thing everyone else is simultaneously talking about and by the time I’m ready to speak on the matter, the world has moved on to something new. And that, my friend, is pop culture and social media. Here today, gone tomorrow. But no. Something about this stuck. Something about this album by Beyoncé Giselle Knowles Carter caught my eye. I had to take it to pen and paper. So here we are.
Now when I tell y’all Beyonce has been reading my blog, I mean it! Okay…she probably knows nothing of a KiWord, yet alone my existence as a human being. (Although, if I can become one of her dancers, that last statement would become a thought of yesteryear.) But, it’s crazy how I literally spoke on some tough inner journeys of my own in this very space recently, and then boom! This amazing lady tosses my entire life and mental outlook into a sultry package of twelve songs. Of course musically and lyrically speaking, the audio is a beauty, but the visual is a true work of art in itself. At first glance, one may find it difficult to grasp, but after many attempts you see the magic and conquer understanding, becoming addicted. The epitome of an advanced game of sudoku.
The visual incorporates such a vast array of the Arts, from body art to dance. But the spoken word, yessss. So unexpected. Somali-British poet Warsan Shire, brought the pieces together with her words in between the chapters of Bey’s melodic story, along with some of the Queen’s own insight. Here are my five favorite lines in expansion:
I tried to change. Closed my mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less awake.
Ahh, the girl I used to be. My personality is quite strong and can sometimes be a tad bit… extra… per se. In order to meet a guy half way, I would try to appear calmer in the beginning. I would try to turn my submission level up from level 6 to 10. I didn’t want to lose him so I played oblivious and kept quiet. I was stupid. I was in “love”. Oh but not anymore. I’m wide awake now in all my honesty and truth. This line was definitely one that, as women, we can all relate to.
I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is, no one I know has it.
To be elusive is to be difficult to find, catch, or achieve. To this, I say Amen, girl. Being in my twenties, I can count on my hand how many people I can say are in love. Genuine love. Passionately invested in someone and all they come with. No one on the side, no doubts. Just pure love. As human beings are we truly capable of being invested in and loving one person and being faithful to them and only them?
Grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief.
The fact that she is saying that relationships sadden you but you aren’t as hurt after you have sex, yet still the orgasm is that much greater because of the stress within. WOW. Sex is a powerful thing. As humans I don’t think we acknowledge its power, its ability to change our minds and alter our decisions. We often times hop in bed with a person to hop out of emotional stress with that same someone, another someone, or simply a something. And that’s exactly why “makeup sex” is a no go for me and my boyfriend. It’s a temporary fix. It calms the storm for simply a moment, but does it change the situation? No. But an orgasmic release on a rainy day can make anything seem amazing again. Be wary. It’s a blinding drug.
You are terrifying … and strange and beautiful.
Answer: What is a Black woman?
The black woman has gone through hell and back, for the sake of her child, for the love of a Black man, and then some. We are a species none like any other. We are expected to be strong, sweet, and all the emotions in between to satisfy the world around us. We are a force to be reckoned with that doesn’t take no for an answer. We tell our stories. We refuse to tread lightly, but rather stomp proudly. We change the world. The Black woman. She is a beauty. A queen.
Mother dearest, let me inherit the earth. Teach me how to make him beg.
This line hit home. So often we are at everyone else’s beck and call. We give, give, give without asking for anything in return but love. Devotion. Care. A woman begs for a man’s attention, begs for a man’s fidelity, begs for a man’s honesty. It would be nice if for once the roles were reversed. Tears, lies, and continuous acceptance are passed down through generations of women both far and wide. My mom is such a strong woman. It is my hope that I grow up to become even an ounce of the worker, warrior, and survivor that she is today.
As you can see, there is no keyword today. Simply because each of these words hit me in places deep within my soul. Poets unite. Beyonce, not only was this album Top 3 for you, you introduced me to a great one, Ms.Shire. Take me up and continue to slay.
Off to sip on another glass of Lemonade.
Words mean things,