It's Thursday and another day of listening to "Formation" breathe black
life into me. Let me just go on a quick rant about the continued
fallout of B dropping a single that shook up our lives. In the days
following her single and her performance at the Super Bowl, groups of
individuals (without any kind of love in their lives I would gather) are
coming together to boycott the headquarters of the National Football
League to protest her song that is "anti-police" and "contributes to
the racial divide." Additionally, congressmen and former mayors are
taking time to weigh in on Beyonce instead of doing things that matter
like helping their constituents and finding some other shit to do,
respectively. What I can never understand is how uncomfortable parts of
White America (and I say parts cause I know white folks can be woke)
can become so unglued when we take an opportunity to enjoy who we are
with our own definitions. White folks get a grip. This song isn't
about, isn't made for you, and certainly doesn't need you to comment or
listen to it. Instead you should figure out why it makes you so upset
and deal with it, cause nobody has time for your white tears!
P.S. If you lick your water bottle a bit you'll stop your lipstick from smudging off
