Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can. I think of lovers as trees … growing to and from one another. My father’s arms around my mother’s neck, fruit too ripe to eat. Immortalized … you and your perfect girl. We can pose for a photograph, all three of us.
ALL NIGHT BEYONCE FULL SONG SKIN
If it’s what you truly want … I can wear her skin over mine. What’s worse, lookin’ jealous or crazy? Jealous and crazy? No, they used to hide from you, lie to youīut y’all know we were made for each other Never had the baddest woman in the game up in your sheets Never made it out the cage, still out there movin’ in them streets Or mastered wealth, they had you labeled as a king Let’s imagine for a moment that you never made a name for yourself Slow down they don’t love you like I love you Or like being walked all over lately, walked all over lately What’s worse, lookin’ jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy? There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one Know that I kept it sexy, you know I kept it fun I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’mma fuck me up a bitch How did it come down to this? Scrolling through your call list I smell your secrets, and I’m not too perfect Something don’t feel right because it ain’t right Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you
Step down, they don’t love you like I love youĬan’t you see there’s no other man above you? Slow down, they don’t love you like I love youīack up, they don’t love you like I love you Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you I bathed in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.īut still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.Īre you cheating? Are you cheating on me?” I crossed myself and thought I saw the devil. I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I levitated into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river. “In that time my hair grew past my ankles. Maybe it’s a cause for concern, but I’m not at ease When it’s only in my memory, it don’t hit me quite the same Nothing else ever seems to hurt like the smile on your face My lonely ear pressed against the walls of your world It’s all over your breath as you pass it off so cavalier What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here. In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Beyonce’s Lemonadeīut doors lead to trapdoors. Regardless of the music and the dancing, the message is something to honor. She samples Malcolm X, brings in the mothers of victims of police brutality, signifies BLM, dresses as a Yoruban goddess as well as a Black Panther, tilts her head toward Katrina victims, braids in poetry, and imagines what healing could mean. If you need a little refresher in Lemonade and how it relates to our current political world, try watching it again. I made a transcript of the poetry and lyrics in the music video, and if you want you can check it out below. It was a fabulous class, and the students, as well as the head of my department, really enjoyed it.
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