Beyonce shines. Her work ethic is so concrete that it can spin straw into gold--and that is even before her talent is taken into consideration.
She means so much to Black women, and this includes those who proclaim to dislike her, because she is the emblem of a realm of possibilities for us.
I am not going to say that she is proof that you can have it all, because no one does. Yet, she is proof that if you put your all and more into the things you love and want to do, you are unstoppable.
Yet, Beyonce is also a grim reminder of just how much Black people must do, how much we must hone our craft, and how much we must endure just to be the first at something. Yet, artists of other backgrounds are practically handed these opportunities with a fraction of the work.
Also, when we do make it are the first to break barriers, we are met with questions that doubt the legitimacy of our success.
Kendrick Lamar, a fellow Compton native and one of the best rappers of all time, was just awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Music for his album DAMN. He is the first non-jazz, non-classical artist to win this award. Every article that mentions this achievement is full of derisive comments by those who are certain that he is undeserving or that this win undermines the establishment of Pulitzer Prizes. Many of them also loudly proclaim that they could not "understand" or even listen to the work that he put out.
We have established culture. We are architects. We stoke the flames of creation across the globe. We have been consumed, spit out, raided, and killed for what we are capable of doing simply because we are the ones blessed with said capability.
Yet, someone always has some shit say.
Ain't that 'bout a bitch?