Lemonade
Yea. I’m still sipping on Lemonade and loving it!! Do I
think Jay-Z cheated on Beyoncé? I do… but that’s another topic for another
day/blog. But let me tell ya about Lemonade. This was Beyoncé’s love letter to
women, black women… hell maybe just a love letter to me. As I watched the
visual album, it was like reliving moments in my life. As my niece watched it,
(Yes, she watched it with me. Don’t judge us and our parenting skills.) she
fell asleep and didn’t get it. All because she hasn’t lived… If YOU don’t get
this album and don’t give her credit for her artistry. YOU. HAVE. NOT. LIVED.
Beyoncé takes me through a bunch of past emotions. I know I
have been in relationships where I my intuition tells me something just ain’t
right and have been praying for a man’s ish to come to the light. I’ve prayed
to catch him whispering… Tried to change myself for him be more of something I
am not. I have been like hold up boo!
You winning right now and how you don’t know how to act. “They don’t love you
like I love you. I’m not too perfect to feel this worthless. What’s worst be
jealous or crazy?” I guess I chose crazy… “You let this good love go to waste.”
Why don’t YOU see me when everyone else can? Then I realized I was too much for
him. And this man had stopped my real grinding…
I’ve put on my 6inch heels and showed up and been bad ass through it all. And
then you realize how your own Daddy makes an impact on your own adult
relationships regardless of how much you’ve tried not to let it. I’m not thirsty enough especially on my worst
days and my love usually goes unnoticed. My personal journey has not led me to
someone I can build sandcastles with and love all night. And someone that
chooses me daily for my world to see. Hopefully when I do, it doesn’t take me
back through my LEMONS but just show’s up with the Lemonade for me to enjoy. Until
then, take the hands of little girls around me and keeping running towards
FREEDOM. “Imma keep running ‘cause a winner doesn’t quit on themselves.”
Thank you Beyoncé for sharing this story, regardless of if
it is yours or not. I admire your ability to tell a story, your vision that
made this beautiful piece of artwork, your ability to think outside of the box.
You inspire me to be great in my own way.
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