*twirls into world domination*
Queen Bey just said: yea, I know I slay. We ALL knew I slay. *Kanye shrugs* But you slay too, and we can slay together. I feel like we should constantly scream this.
So I recently met a gal who doesn’t understand the slay movement. She’s sweet, I’m sure she means well. But she tried to use another woman’s age against her. It was kinda like: Oh she’s my age, why is she getting that and I’m not. *face palms* I was annoyed at first, but I then realized she didn’t get the sister slayage memo. Another beings wins won’t make you lose. Let me break it down: Yes, I slay. I am twirling through these streets with world domination on my mind, and I say that often. But that doesn’t make you any less twirl-worthy. My greatness does not hinder yours. My light will not dull yours. We can be stars together.
Being unapologetic is a movement y’all. *snaps in Z formation* Queen Bey said: I’m not apologizing for winning. I’m not apologizing for slaying. I’m not apologizing for my black husband with his negro nose and Jackson 5 nostrils, my black baby with baby hair and afros, or my corn bread and collard greens loving black ass. Stop apologizing for being the great individual that you are. If they don’t get it-they aren’t there yet.
“Y’all haters corny with that illuminati mess.” *wipes forehead* Well damn, she just came for y’all. But this statement was needed. For some reason, everyone looks for an explanation or an excuse when it comes to how awesome someone is. It’s like you can’t just accept that someone has worked really hard to get where they’re at. So you can’t just address the haters anymore, You have to twirl on them. And I’m all the way here for the Kenya Moore #RHOA reference. I honestly take every comment from a hater as a compliment. I mean think about it: you are so great. So revolutionary. So dynamic. They had to stop what they were doing,to discuss your greatness. That’s power *Kanye shrugs into a twirl* “You know you that b**ch when you cause all that conversation”. #lethemtalk
I get annoyed when people speak on the silence of others. There’s a difference between denying a movement, and making moves quietly. It’s kinda like the crowd gets infuriated when someone doesn’t address an issue in a way that they see fit. And if you don’t do it in their way, on their time-then you’re wrong. The truth is, people are going to share their truth in THEIR OWN WAY. And if you question someone’s beliefs without checking the receipts then you’re incorrect, and ignorant to their truth. And I mean check their receipts in the most obvious way possible. Some people with power just talk about the movement, some support the movement.
Now with that being said: Black Lives Matter. *clears throat to yell it at the people in the back* BLACK LIVES MATTER. We matter! The police car drowning. The little boy performing. The “stop shooting us” spray painted. This was Bey’s way of saying: I may have been quiet, but I am not blind.
A few weeks ago, a classmate of mine challenged my love for Beyoncé by suggesting that she “transformed into a hoe. *Face palms into a sigh* The fact that owning your sexuality is seen as negative disgust me. She is a GROWN WOMAN, talking about the GROWN things she does with the love of her life. And honestly, she doesn’t even owe y’all that explanation. Slut shaming is repulsive. Sexuality is natural and pure. And I snap and twirl for anyone who owns theirs. So go ahead girl, if he f*cks you good take his ass to red lobster.
I love that Beyoncé rocks her history. I love that she’s so proud of who and what she came from. It’s so easy to get lost in what the world defines as beautiful. It's easy to forget how beautiful your own story is.
The other day, I was having a conversation with my boyfriend about how out of place I feel in NYC at times. NYC is fancy y’all. Everyone is extremely cultured, and at times (if you let it) it could make you feel less than. I am from southwest Houston, Texas. *throws up the H* I am the daughter of Safura who worked 7 days a week to put her three daughters through school. #shegrinds I say y’all, love chopped and screwed music, and Queen Bey. I am melanin poppin' queen. I am Seirra Leonian and proud. Your culture and heritage matter, don’t let the world convince you that your story isn’t up to par.
“I see it, I want it. I stunt, yeah, little hornet. I dream it, I work hard. I grind ‘til I own it.” Am I the only one who made a list of how, when, and why I was going to take over the word after listening to this song a thousand times? I will happily get in formation for a sisterhood of world domination. *drops mic* #gettoworkladies
“Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation. Prove to me you got some coordination.” Y’all that was a call to action. That was a: I am female, hear me roar moment. That was a: okay ladies, lets get to work. Not just any kind of work. Hardwork. Coordination worthy work. Beyoncé is a feminist. And I LOVE IT! #girlpoweralldayerrrrrry