-I'd rather die of dehydration than drink @Beyonce's #lemonade. Fortunately, there's an alternative to quench my thirst-Living Water (Jesus). (4)

Dear Diary,

After Beyoncé broke the internet with her HBO special, my sister called me amazed—not amazed by the ingenious artistic direction, but amazed by the masses immortalizing the sultry celebrity. While poetic, Lemonade left me with a sour taste in my mouth. I wasn’t empowered. I was sickened—perhaps poisoned. I peeled back the lemon’s layers of poetry and beauty and revealed seeds of deception—the visual album’s black-man bashing and blasphemous ballads.

There were parts I agreed with. I sat on the edge of my seat and nodded my head to the beat of Malcolm X’s truth-telling words. The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the black woman.

But then, the up-and-down motion moved to a side-to-side shaking, in disagreement with phrases like, In the tradition of men in my blood, you come home at 3 a.m. and lie to me… Love is elusive, no one I know has it… My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.

Black feminism elevates women and men

As a black woman on a journey to find the respect, protection and care Malcolm mentions, I can’t reach that elevation if I step on a black man’s head along the way. I can’t grossly categorize our men as cheaters, beaters and liars, especially since a black man who never fit those descriptions reared me. He laid a foundation of feminism. He taught be to be independent and assertive yet nurturing and apologetic—even when right, which made me strong.

While many messages in the video resonate with women of color, achieving equality at the expense of our men isn’t equality at all. Instead, it achieves the opposite. It oppresses and separates.

Lemonade expressed feminism by giving our middle fingers to our men and giving our bodies to other men in revenge.

Beyoncé did just that singing, Who the BEEP do you think I am?/You ain’t married to no average bitch boy/You can watch my fat ass twist boy/As I bounce to the next dick boy/Middle fingers up, put them hands high/Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye.

Don’t get me wrong: I’ve said goodbye to cheaters. In my second trimester of pregnancy, my long-term boyfriend cut our relationship short before he cut our baby’s cord. Heartbroken, I could have been like Beyoncé and took a baseball bat to his car or the other woman’s head. To be honest, I didn’t have the energy—I was tired of being sick and just tired. Soon after, my burden became my blessing. The idea of raising a baby under two separate roofs wasn’t impossible or unforgivable. I created a new ideal life. I was no longer bitter, but better. Not better as in better than a woman who would retaliate or reconcile, but this type of better was wrapped in love, kindness and forgiveness. This type of better brought about healing and rejoicing. When I was weak, I was made strong. Whether a woman stays or flees, she is tested and can persevere without persecuting a man or the other woman.

Sacrilege, even if poetic, is still sacrilegious

On top of all of that, I couldn’t swallow the irreverent behavior toward something so sacred—my God.

As a Christian in Thailand, I still made sure to respect their faith. I didn’t picture Jesus as Buddha, but I still slipped off my shoes, slipped on a long skirt and wrapped myself in a scarf to cover my bare arms as I entered the temples.

So I wondered why Beyoncé didn’t do the same. I wondered why she disrespected me. I levitated/drank the blood/saw the devil/plugged my menses with the pages from the holy book. Many Satanic rituals involve human sacrifice and drinking blood. This is not to be confused with the blood of Jesus, often referred to when drinking sacramental wine during Holy Communion. Is the flowery metaphor using the Bible/Quran/Torah as a tampon? This water scene overflows with religious contractions.

Although the musical meal was sprinkled with salt (Jesus), the singer doesn’t bless this food—holy ingredients disappear when black magic’s mixed in.

Beyoncé prays to God yet throws the Bible, which made me wonder what “God” was worshipped. Money? Sex? Satan? Some say Beyoncé personified Oshun, the goddess of love and sweet waters (Lemonade perhaps?) I posed the question to a Facebook friend—what is this all about? My friend replied: Beyoncé’s not selling her voice. She’s selling her soul.

Another quickly stood up for the singer and said, Art is meant to upset, disrupt, anger and even cause disenchantment as well as empower, enlighten and celebrate. That’s the beauty of it.

I wondered if our world would be even more beautiful if we defend God with the same passion we defend Beyoncé.

OK, ladies now let’s get in formation. Drop to your knees and pray for salvation!

So, this is why I would rather die of dehydration than drink Beyoncé’s Lemonade. But fortunately, there is an alternative to quench my thirst—Living Water (a.k.a. Jesus Christ).

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About The Author

Vlog Mom/DFTM Creator

Not long ago, Heather Hopson hosted a television show in the Cayman Islands. Today, she's back home writing a different kind of story as a new mom. In her 15 years working as a professional journalist, this by far is her best assignment! Growing up, she dreamed of becoming Oprah Winfrey. She was the features editor for her school’s newspaper and a teen talk show host for her city’s most popular radio station. She went on to earn a bachelor’s degree in Journalism from Michigan State University. After graduation, she worked as a television producer and reporter at CBS, NBC and Fox affiliates throughout the U.S. Instead of heading to Chicago to join Ms. Winfrey on her set, she bought a plane ticket to the Cayman Islands instead. She arrived five days before a category five hurricane! She lived in paradise for seven years, hosted an award-winning television show and traveled the globe with a government delegation. She also served on the board of directors for Big Brothers Big Sisters and spearheaded a Send a Kid to Camp campaign. Then, she relocated to Washington, D.C. to obtain a teaching certification and instruct 8th grade reading at a high needs middle school. She later returned to her hometown of Pittsburgh, PA to raise her daughter Caitlynn, now 4-years-old. During her 10-month-stint as a stay-at-home mom, Caitlynn inspired her to create this blog, and Diary of a First Time Mom was born on Mother’s Day 2012. Two years later, she expanded the family to include 20+ writers. Currently, Heather serves as the communications director at Allies for Children. In addition, she is the owner of Motor Mouth Multimedia, which ranked #49 in Startup Nation’s Home-Based 100 Competition sponsored by Discover Card and Sam’s Club. Recently, The Pittsburgh Foundation and The Heinz Endowments selected Heather to receive an Emerging Black Artist award to develop Diary of a First Time Mom.

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