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XLII

Always stay gracious. Best revenge is your paper.
— Queen B, Formation

When he fuck me good, I take his ass to Red Lobster... cause I slay. And with that 1 line, Bey had people RUNNING TO RED LOBSTER. 

Once again, B comes out of nowhere and interrupts everyone's week for the better. This song is so powerful and so damn catchy (Thank u Mike Will).

Let's go into the making of/fashion/art direction because Beyonce is the best at everything she does, and that has a lot to do with the team she surrounds herself with.

Direction: Though originally misreported as having been self-directed by Beyoncé, "Formation's" actual director is none other than Melina Matsoukas. She won a Grammy for directing Rihanna's "We Found Love" video, and has directed eight other Beyoncé videos since 2007, most recently "Pretty Hurts." 

Fashion: The video was styled by the Cut contributing editor and former Cosmopolitan fashion market director Shiona Turini; Nigerian-American designer Ade Samuel; and stylist Marni x Marni. Learn more about the complete wardrobe from Man Repeller.

Producers/Songwriters: Though you won't hear his famous drop on the beat's introduction, "Formation" was produced by Mike WiLL Made-It, who tweeted after the song's release, "Always wanted to work with Beyoncé and after working with her I respect her on even more levels than I knew she was on... Real ARTist Fr." Yonce's co-writer on the track was Swae Lee of rap duo Rae Sremmurd. More from Vulture.

Now, let's go into the message.

Beyonce is not afraid of being political. She has attended numerous protests against police brutality, and in case you haven't already heard, Fox News is outraged by her Super Bowl performance and its references to the Black Panther Party. Cry me a river, O'Reilly, get back to more important things like the War on Christmas. You and Megyn Kelly have 10 months to plan your next segments on how Jesus was white... Anyway...

Omise'eke Natasha Tinsley writes for Time,

This song is all about the pleasures of having a black female body and owning it. “Cocky fresh” Bey calls her black feminist aesthetic. Cocky, as in enjoying pleasure with a sense of controlling her own sexuality that’s usually reserved for men.

Bey revels in her Southernness black womanness: “I like my baby hair, with baby hairs and afros,” she drawls, singing her love not only of black girls’ kinky, coily and curly hair but also of black Southern women’s speech. Yes, Beyonce’s black feminism is a politics of the pleasures reserved for black women: our country roots, our nappy roots, our Cheddar Bay Biscuits, our well-eaten cake by the pound.

But don’t get it twisted: Bey’s black feminism isn’t only for cis-women. The song starts with a voiceover from Messy Mya, killed in an unsolved transphobic murder in 2010, who tells us “Bitch, I’m back by popular demand.” Femme and fabulous, Beyonce’s formation loves and celebrates the art of black femininity in every kind of body brave enough to own it.

Most of all, Beyonce’s black feminism celebrates conjure women and the magic they wield.

NPR's Mandalit del Barco highlights reactions to the video:

The images are very much an homage to the black South... Louisiana is this famous slave port, where so many cultures came together and mixed, but also she references the site of Katrina, where this horrible crime was committed against black people; where its nation didn't show up for us and where this generation is having to learn that its nation continues to not show up for us. And in that, she's both centering black women — her formation is one of black women, who are proudly wearing their natural hair, and she makes a circle amongst her daughter and three girls, which is a little bit of magic and conjuring. But there's also, you know, the centering of queer folks and trans folk, and both by the vocals that we hear and of what we visually see. And that has very much been an intentional thing that's been happening in this new Black Lives Matter movement. From the very outset, there was real messaging that talked about centering queer folks and black women in leadership. So it's really amazing to see all of that reflected back to us in a Beyonce video.

I think that the image with the boy who's basically conducting a police lineup is magic. This is about them being in a trance, and them having to do what they usually try to make him do, which is put their hands up. The next cut about "Stop shooting us," it's not the black power moment that we got in the late '60s and '70s, which she referenced on the actual Super Bowl day, with the Black Panther beret, but it is absolutely a message that comes straight out of Ferguson: "Hands up, don't shoot." I think it was incredibly powerful. I think it was also a nod to Tamir Rice, you know. It's about a black visionary, a black future [where] we are imagining ourselves having power, and magic. And I think it's beautiful.

She showed up to the Trayvon Martin rally and met his parents, but that was disastrous for she and her husband. All of the eyes, which should have been on the dais, and they were all looking at Jay and Bey, who were kind of standing to the side of the stage. They understand what a distraction they can be. But this is all value add; this video "Formation" is not a distraction. It is a beautiful centering and a beautiful conjuring.

Beyonce created an anthem, a visual anthem in every way. And that's been beautiful to see. And it's been beautiful to see other artists kind of wake up around this and realize that this isn't going to cost them to put this kind of messaging forward; that it's actually going to benefit them.


Beyonce is the best at what she does. 

She always gives 100%, never disappoints, and is constantly pushing boundaries and surprising everyone. She does a million things at once like when she put out a 14 song visual album DURING her 132 show world tour (NOT including her solo Super Bowl Halftime show) AS a new mom. I don't care how big her team is, she defines what it means to be a hustler. Thank you for inspiring women everywhere to be unapologetically ourselves while being THE best at everything we do. "You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation." Here's to you, Queen.

XL

Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
— Marc Chernoff, Mark and Angel Hack Life

With us,
there is no other half.
No “you complete me"s.
No “without you I’m nothing"s

Yesterday
my flight was cancelled
and I wanted to run to another
airline counter and
buy the next ticket home,
just so I could see you that night.


I miss you. Acutely.
My missing is a fire licking
at my throat. The absence of you
is a flame threatening to pour
out of my mouth and shake hands
with my loneliness. I’m burning
in it. But I’m still something.

So we don’t do incompletes.
We don’t tell each other
we’re nothing without the other.
You’re not here and I’m lonelier. I’m less person
and more flame. I’m licking
smoke off my bottom lip
and tasting all of the ways I can
miss you, but still, I’m something.

Always.

Still Something, Lora Mathis


XXXV

1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.
— Rachel Wiley

XV

It is three at night. I have something to say. You are so valuable. You shine out. You are a magic star. You are a body of blood made beautiful. How I admire, sit back and adore you. How thirsty I am for that. How you feed me.
— Anne Sexton, a letter to Lois Ames (January 11th, 1969)

“when you meet that person. a person. one of your soulmates. let the connection. relationship be what it is. it may be five mins. five hours. five days. five months. five years. a lifetime. let it manifest itself, the way it is meant to. it has an organic destiny. this way if it stays or if it leaves, you will be softer from having been loved this authentically. souls come into, return, open, and sweep through your life for a myriad of reasons, let them be who and what they are meant.” 


“i am mine.
before i am ever anyone else's.” 

“i knew you
before
i met you.
i’ve known you my whole life.” 


Poems by Nayyirah Waheed

XI

Forget mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you’re going to do now and do it.
— William Durant