Beyoncé Lioness…Goddess…Thank You.

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I wrote this post on my facebook page…but really…it’s a blog.

The American entertainment industry loves to portray African American women as weak mothers with broken families. While it glorifies the White mother. Just look at all the TV shows and movies with white mothers swooping in to raise brown children.

In reality…when I walk around my neighborhood in Park Slope Brooklyn…I see an ARMY of black women (and YES in Park Slope, I see ALL black women) raising white children for pennies just in order to take care of their own children…like black women have ALWAYS been forced to do in AmeriKKKa.

Just look at how many of the few black women who have won Oscars…have won them for playing crack head mothers who can’t take care of their kids. Even this year, we have a drug addicted mother in the running. (By the way…we NEVER get the story of WHY these women are crack heads…but that’s the subject of another post) You know, when a community disrespects the Divine Mother…it CANNOT thrive.

Then, today online, I saw the vision that was Beyonce sharing the specific nurturing power of the divine mother which all women embody (whether we have birthed actual children or not) and it touched my heart.

Beyonce blended the goddess energy of all cultures, Yourban, Greek, Hindu even Christianity…the mother Mary.

What is that mother goddess energy? The unconditional love it takes to carry a child..this alien being….an actual parasite that drains all of your energy into the world. Then to care and protect this being…until death. Even when this being hates you for not letting it go out with it’s friends because it has a test in the morning.

That’s the love that fueled the first Civil Rights movement. That’s the love that used to live in The White house that, for eight years made us believe that we…could. It’s the mother love that Buddhists say to do meditations…imagining everyone around you as your mother in order to develop a deeper ability for compassion. Even if you did have a bad mom..the love she had to have you in her belly and birth you…that unconditional love.

It was beautiful to see three generations of the Knowles/Carter women just being, loving, and showing the abundance and strength of their family connection. Three lionesses, resting.

In a world where Black plight in marginalized neighborhoods is glamorized and used to support xenophobia and racism and Black women are portrayed to be…bad mothers.. Beyonce’s performance was a slap in the face of that ignorance and I say BRAVO!!!

Of course the Grammys are racist, run by a bunch of old white men from another era. (wait…that era never really left) And when those guys die off…I’m sure a bunch of young racist white men and women will pick up the tradition and continue to appropriate and ignore the brilliance of African American artists like they always have.

But you know what..at least Jay Z and Beyonce are savvy business people and are protecting their money, unlike Prince, whose estate now must pay over 100 million dollars of its 200 million dollar estate in taxes. That is why his library has been opened up on Spotify. Shame.

And to those who are throwing shade about Beyonce making a big deal about her pregnancy…I say FUCK YOU.

A black family in today’s society living in wealth with an abundance of children is …an act of social justice. Their very existence flies in the face of those who think that all black people live in poverty. That all black people come from broken families. That all black men hate black women. That all black communities are marginalized. Those same ignorant beings that spew the phrase…That all lives matter.

You know, I have a black mother and father who have been married for like sixty something years…and loved and parented my brother and sister and me spectacularly. When I see that beautiful mother energy that Beyonce shared with us yesterday…I see the beauty and unconditional love of my own mother, of so many black mothers. And that love is….everything.

But anyway….

I thank Queen B for shining her light so radiantly.

Ashe. #blackgirlmagic

The American entertainment industry loves to portray African American women as weak mothers with broken families. While it glorifies the White mother. Just look at all the TV shows and movies with white mothers swooping in to raise brown children.

In reality…when I walk around my neighborhood in Park Slope Brooklyn…I see an ARMY of black women (and YES in Park Slope, I see ALL black women) raising white children for pennies just in order to take care of their own children…like black women have ALWAYS been forced to do in AmeriKKKa.

Just look at how many of the few black women who have won Oscars…have won them for playing crack head mothers who can’t take care of their kids. Even this year, we have a drug addicted mother in the running. (By the way…we NEVER get the story of WHY these women are crack heads…but that’s the subject of another post) You know, when a community disrespects the Divine Mother…it CANNOT thrive.

Then, today online, I saw the vision that was Beyonce sharing the specific nurturing power of the divine mother which all women embody (whether we have birthed actual children or not) and it touched my heart.

Beyonce blended the goddess energy of all cultures, Yourban, Greek, Hindu even Christianity…the mother Mary.

What is that mother goddess energy? The unconditional love it takes to carry a child..this alien being….an actual parasite that drains all of your energy into the world. Then to care and protect this being…until death. Even when this being hates you for not letting it go out with it’s friends because it has a test in the morning.

That’s the love that fueled the first Civil Rights movement. That’s the love that used to live in The White house that, for eight years made us believe that we…could. It’s the mother love that Buddhists say to do meditations…imagining everyone around you as your mother in order to develop a deeper ability for compassion. Even if you did have a bad mom..the love she had to have you in her belly and birth you…that unconditional love.

It was beautiful to see three generations of the Knowles/Carter women just being, loving, and showing the abundance and strength of their family connection. Three lionesses, resting.

In a world where Black plight in marginalized neighborhoods is glamorized and used to support xenophobia and racism and Black women are portrayed to be…bad mothers.. Beyonce’s performance was a slap in the face of that ignorance and I say BRAVO!!!

Of course the Grammys are racist, run by a bunch of old white men from another era. (wait…that era never really left) And when those guys die off…I’m sure a bunch of young racist white men and women will pick up the tradition and continue to appropriate and ignore the brilliance of African American artists like they always have.

But you know what..at least Jay Z and Beyonce are savvy business people and are protecting their money, unlike Prince, whose estate now must pay over 100 million dollars of its 200 million dollar estate in taxes. That is why his library has been opened up on Spotify. Shame.

And to those who are throwing shade about Beyonce making a big deal about her pregnancy…I say FUCK YOU.

A black family in today’s society living in wealth with an abundance of children is …an act of social justice. Their very existence flies in the face of those who think that all black people live in poverty. That all black people come from broken families. That all black men hate black women. That all black communities are marginalized. Those same ignorant beings that spew the phrase…That all lives matter.

You know, I have a black mother and father who have been married for like sixty something years…and loved and parented my brother and sister and me spectacularly. When I see that beautiful mother energy that Beyonce shared with us yesterday…I see the beauty and unconditional love of my own mother, of so many black mothers. And that love is….everything.

But anyway….

I thank Queen B for shining her light so radiantly.

Ashe

J9

#blackgirlmagic #grammys2017 #beyoncé #queenb

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It seems like the Material world craves simplicity, yet in reality we live in complexity and chaos. I investigate and explore...in order to...process.
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