Happy Birthday Solange

Few people possess the fortitude and resilience of this woman. Having a highly successful sibling all your life is usually advantageous, for Solange it was a means to tear her to shreds. Before A Seat At The Table, she was ridiculed as a teen pregnancy stereotype, who would never make good music, win any awards and destined to live in the shadow of her sister. Never once did she let that stop her from pursuing her passions, Solange refused to let anybody define her but Solange. Ahead of her time, she told society who she was and challenged us to catch up. The embodiment of The Tortoise & The Hare, go at your own pace and you’ll succeed. I hope this grammy winning goddess, has the best birthday. I really don’t even think I can put into words what she’s done for my soul with her work, or existence. Make no mistake that everything she’s gotten she’s earned. A model human being, a pillar of integrity, a genius, living art, a fashion icon. What’s your favorite Solange song? Via: Solange Daily

Ashley Pena: Boys Don’t Cry

Watch us walk.
Watch us move.
Watch us overcome.
Listen to our voices, the sway.

The resilience.
The innovation.
The raw, unfiltered and untouched
Soul we have
can not be touched.

*Solange: Why are you proud to be black?

On My Gratitude List

Just thankful that these two queens exist. Their creations have gotten me through life’s rough moments, happy moments, lost moments and everything in between. That is the beauty of artist. Thank you for you legacies. Just happy I get to see it in real time. Photo: Lawless Bey

Don’t Touch My Soul

Don’t touch my hair,
When its the feelings I wear
Don’t touch my soul
When it’s the rhythm I know
Don’t touch my crown
They say the vision I’ve found
Don’t touch what’s there
When it’s the feelings I wear

They don’t understand
What it means to me
Where we chose to go
Where we’ve been to know.
*Photo: Oye Diran

Ratchet And Refined

I can’t be a singular expression of myself,
there’s too many parts,
too many spaces,
too many manifestations,
too many lines,
too many curves,
too many troubles,
too many journeys,
too many mountains,
too many rivers, so many
*Solange (Can I Hold The Mic Interlude)

Photo: Niss Shoots