I loved Beyoncé until she gave me Lemonade.


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I’d like to believe that in my short time inhabiting this sphere full of complexities, of which we call earth, that I have surrounded myself with some of the most resilient and knowledgeable women of our life time.

Now, many of these women I have not yet met in person. But through literature, performing arts, education, and politics, I believe that in my short time living, I’ve made a deep connection to these women and their sabiduría has shaped who I am today.

In high school I became a very strong fan of Beyoncé and what she represent to young women. Her demeanor was like no other. To me she represented what it meant to be a woman of power. She has fame and fortune, all while being very much in tune with her spirituality and life ambitions. She was controversial but in manner that sparked social enlightenment. She was sexy but in a manner that demonstrated elegance. At some point I recall myself referring to her as a God.

 Recently, I sat down and had some Lemonade with her. That’s when it all changed.

She deliver a performance full of vigorous emotion; the kind that can that ignite fires from a distance, shatter windows with a bat, and bend so far backwards that your soul no longer stands up straight the same way.

I was left in Awe. But the lemonade left a sour taste in my mouth. Something felt off. And that’s when I began to notice something.

Beyoncé’s previous self titled album sparked lots of controversy for being so sexually expressive and empowering for women. This album then became the poster child for the mainstream feminist movement; uplifting every neglected woman while bashing on the male race. And as her success began to rise, we also publicly saw the downfall of her marriage, which is rumored to be the inspiration of this new album.

Beyoncé highlights a very important aspect of womanhood that is under looked by her mainstream feminist tone. She speaks about the troubles of accountability inside a marriage and the traumatizing effects it has on the family. While throwing heavy shade to her husband’s infidelity, Beyoncé repetitively gives the comparison between her present and her past, as she conveys the parallels between her mother’s marriage and her own. In addition, the visual album also delivers a deeper examination on the correlation between the neglect of the color woman and the abundance of the role model figure for color man.

Although her intention was pure, due to her mainstream feminist tone, her message was skewed and under minded. Beyoncé had the potential to use this album to demonstrate the other side of feminism and could have taken the time to show that womanhood is self definitive. Yet, instead she did what every other artist now in days does; she sold out. 

She contradicted herself multiple time by showing both love and hate for the men who have done her and other women wrongly. And in doing so she highly sexualized herself to seem apathetic of the wrong doings of others, which portrays a false belief that self healing is process of ego. And she specified the circumstances discussed in her visual album to being only for “black women” instead of acknowledging the fact that all women face these types of hardships and all women deserve to heal and feel empowered.

Although I still value the wisdom Beyoncé has shared with me in the past, I will, for my own personal taste, this lemonade was a little too bitter.