I Woke Up Like Dis- The Agony and The Ecstasy of Being Beyonce








I am very secure in my musical taste which runs the gamut. My Dad always said, there is nothing wrong with a little musical versatility.  You are probably living under a rock if you haven' t listened to Beyonce's  secret sexual love letter that dropped back in December and you've probably been in Siberia if you haven't heard all the hoopla regarding her performance at this past Sunday's Grammy's with her husband Jay-Z.

I enjoy Beyonce, her music has always been fun and feminine to me. For years Freakum Dress was the song I played getting ready  for a night out.  With heavy bass beats and  a catchy hook, it became my anthem.  Freakum Dress has  now been  replaced  with Bowdown/Flawless an even more  aggressive and arrogant tune that has everyone from my lady friends to Kevin Hart and Charlemagne proclaiming "I woke up like dis" as their  mantra of  being both amazing and effortless.  Looking back at Beyonce's ten year career as a solo artist, she's given the world a number of fun, empowering sound bites  that young, old, black and white can appreciate. There are about ten recording artists that have that cross cultural power and of that ten maybe three to four are Black and  only two, Beyonce and Prince are alive, sidebar rest in peace Michael Jackson and Nippy.


Being a Black woman and enjoying Beyonce has led for some odd conversations with my own people as well as non Black individuals. I had a former friend who was Asian  said  to me that she was conflicted with liking   both Rihanna and Beyonce, as if liking two Black female pop stars would cause a crisis in her native land. I've also been told by a White woman that Beyonce looks nasty next to her thug baby daddy Jay-Z and only thugs would like her. I laughed in her face and said that would only come from an unattractive and racist white women. Nothing angers you guys more than a happy and attractive Black woman. She was shocked and even though we worked together, she never spoke to me after that. I guess I broke Black girl code, and I spoke back to massa and didn't enjoy her mocking Beyonce in the middle of Black History Month. I've also gotten a lot of  flack from Black women about liking Beyonce. "I just can't stand her." I was openly told once by a woman older  than both myself and Beyonce "She is so fake. Black women don't look or talk like her." I was far from taken back because hearing what Black people don't do from other Black people has been my life story. I was taken aback at the passion she took on someone who really doesn't have a platform to hate. I asked her "What makes her fake- the wigs?"  Okay Cher wears wigs and any woman who knows her weight in gold is not going to sing, dance and sweat with their own hair out. It's Black female performer rule number uno. How does Beyonce look and talk that could be so unimaginable for Black women. Is it the slight Houston drawl? The passion for her work, her lack of coming from a dark place? I'll save my rant for being angry, ugly and Black another day.  Let's not even get started on the Brothers. On Facebook I see one unattractive and rather unaccomplished dude rant about Beyonce being a whore while, that same dude has several children out of wedlock. I've been mocked about dancing to a good Beyonce tune from the same gentlemen that make a grievous and failed attempt to subconsciously emulate Jay-Z. Is Beyonce's super stardom leaving people to reflect their own insecurities, probably but the issues lie deeper.

In the greater scope of things,  Beyonce is entertainment, pure entertainment and in a world where people are more passionate about their entertainment than their political affiliations, I'd rather dance to a little Bey and follow the laws in place on a local, state and federal level that truly affects me in the long wrong.   Hate on Beyonce all you want she's laughing all the way to the bank and in her  famous words of King Bey  "I woke up like dis so bowdown."