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(Let me go on the record here: yes.)
They all be talkin, they all be sayin shit.
Another clearer voice clarifies: Do nothing without intention.
And then Solange gives us her the-Dream andPlayboi Carticollaboration, Almeda.
Black baes, black days / These are black-owned things / Black faith still cant be washed away.
I cant wait to scream this in the club.
I cant wait to yell this with my friends.
I cant wait to raise my voice in my group text: BLACK SKIN, BLACK BRAIDS!
These words are mantras, Instagram captions, and promises.
They feel like prayers.
Black faith still cant be washed away, she says.
Not even in that Florida water.
Florida water a spiritual and physical salve.
So let me tell you what happens when I press play on this Solange song, Almeda.
The calluses strip themselves from my feet.
That icy spot that I always slip on, the one on the threshold of my apartment door?
Last night I went to bed with a zit.
This morning when I woke up it was nearly gone.
Bradley Cooperreleased a longer cut ofA Star Is Born.
Theyee-haw agendais rising, and winning.
I want to get married so I can play Almeda at my wedding.
When I die, play Almeda at my funeral.
Brown skin, black braids, brown liquor sip, sip, sip.
Solangeslast album,A Seat at the Table, is still in heavy rotation in my life.
Thats Almeda, for me.
This is music to stand on top of a Hummer limo and celebrate to.
