Thank You, Solange

Dear Solange,

Thank You. Thank you for showing me and every Black Woman that nothing can stop us. That we are far more capable than we often give ourselves credit for. Thank you for reminding us that Black is beautiful. In all of your neo-soul, quirky, black girl magic glory, you have taken us out of the box that the rest of the world put us in. It’s okay to be creative and artistic, and spiritual. Most importantly, you’ve taught us that it’s okay to be mad. That it’s normal to demand to be treated with respect and decency and not be labeled The Angry, Bitter Black Woman. That even if we experience anger and bitterness, that it’s normal. Solange sings “I ran into this girl, she said, ‘Why you always blaming?’/ ‘Why you can’t just face it?’/ ‘Why you always gotta be so mad?’". Black Women shouldn’t have to play the niceties in the face of blatant disrespect. Anger is a normal human emotion, yet Black Women are the only group crucified for displaying an ounce of distaste.

A Seat At The Table is one of my favorite albums of all time. It not only discusses hard hitting topics like police brutality and misogynoir, but it also touches base on what it’s like to navigate white spaces while being a Black Woman. What it’s like to have fun, be yourself, and let loose in such a space where the lack of a smile is threatening. Solange also sings, in Don’t Touch My Hair, about the microaggressions Black Woman face on the daily basis in regards to our hair. “Don’t touch my hair when it’s the feelings I wear….don’t touch my soul when it’s the rhythm I know.” This album was art; a masterpiece and an ode to Black Womanhood.

“Being a black woman of color, I’m not settling for just being here, but tearing the f — king walls down.”

Thank you, Solange.