How We Get Over


I wanted to write one of those think pieces about Beyonce’s film Lemonade, something analytical and incontrovertible that would draw from all the history that I know, from all the stories in my blood.

I wanted to tell you what I thought in a way that would make you understand why it has meant so much to so many black women; why it made us cry and rejoice and call our girlfriends and sit on the phone in silence. I wanted to tell you what it meant. Continue reading →