I know I've said this to myself and to my friends a few times but never to my BQC family. Welp until today. Seeing how it's #MusicMonday and all. Now check me if I'm wrong but isn't it true? "Interludes are some of the best songs on an album." You know an album... the full bodies of work artists used to put out where most of the songs on the project are actually good. Yeah those things. Anyway, few albums have them but the interludes used to be everything and part of what makes an album special. A good interlude leaves you wanting to hear more. A good interlude will make you say, "This should have been a full song." A great interlude helps the flow of an album easing you into and setting you up for the next song. It can be the perfect transition into another theme or guided feeling. I don't want to get too technical but interludes are pretty necessary in some cases. Maybe it's just me. No? Well I'm going to share some of my favorite interludes with you and I'd like to hear some of yours too. So please...do share.
Listen. Below of my favorite interludes are...
Interlude x Jamie Foxx
Superstar Interlude x Usher
Cameras/Good Ones Go x Drake
Loving Intro- India Arie
I Think It's Better x Jill(She never disappoints)
Welp we've ended our nationally allotted time to celebrate people of color (shade) but guess what Queens? Women's history month is here. You know The BQC is all for a celebration especially a celebration of women. It's what we're here for. All day. Every day.
Many years ago (like 4) I wrote a little poem and it became the official grand preamble for The Brown Queens' Constitution. These are words to live by for all women and even more, brown queens. I know it is relations Wednesday and you might be a little confused. But this poem is about the woman in relation to fellow women and the rest of the world. Women please go forward recognizing and owning your queendom. You so deserve it. You are absolutely magnificent. Happy Women's History month.
The original font is a bit fancy so here it is plain, clear, and bold as ever.
Wisdom. Pride. Courage. Grace. Power. Generosity.
To be a Brown Queen
it is not required that I posses all of these things in their entirety.
It is the gradual effort I put forth,
the appreciation of the process, and being a constant source
of love and inspiration reflective upon me.
It's to be a magnet of knowledge, growth, and positivity.
This is how I rule,
the majesty I bestow
Even without a crown or a throne, I am rightfully so
a Brown Queen and I am beautiful.
And since everything's better with music, I've included a few songs that really make me feel good about being a woman. Enjoy.
All queens, no matter the pigment, have felt pressure to
tame themselves in one area of life or another. From sexuality, to the
boardroom, society tells us who, what, and how we should be. Because we all
know how a woman should speak, groom, and behave, right? TGIQ. Thank God I’m A
Queen. I make my own rules and I create the plays. I create my image and forge
my own path. This one is for my Brown Queens, the melanated royalty. If nobody
shares your pressures, sister, I do.
While we face many pressures, for the sake of time and
attention spans, let’s focus on one: hair. Has this topic been beaten to death
already? Does thinking about it cause your shafts to split and single-strands
to knot? Hair has been a hot topic in recent years as Brown Queens have battled
with the decision to QP or let it kink. Brown Queens have chosen one path or
the other for various reasons. Let’s make this clear now, I honor them all. I
also understand that a large influence in the decision to return to our
uninhibited state is society, pressure, and the world at large trying to tame
us. To that, I say, “I can’t be tamed.” Seriously, I can’t be tamed. You can’t
either. Think about it. Have you ever done a bomb twist-out, and then stepped
outside on a humid day? Have you ever gone for a jog after a fresh press? Have
you ever taken down your twists before they were fully dry? Lord have mercy.
Come on, somebody! Touch your neighbor and say, “Neighbor, I’ve traveled that
road and wrote the book.” I know you can relate. If not, I have traveled the
road and back enough for us all. The point I’m making is that no matter how
many “taming” processes we put our hair through, at the end of the day she and
nature have the final say. And while I may be able to tame her temporarily,
there’s nothing that I can do to keep her from being who she is, and I don’t
want to. There was a point in time where my curls had to be defined to the
gods. *inserts snap* I would wash, protein treatment, deep condition, ACV
rinse, leave-in condition, coconut oil, fully detangle, carefully rake that
good old eco styler gel through (You know, the olive oil kind), twist, and let
dry. And the next day? You know you have to coat those finger tips with oil
before taking your twists down. You don’t want frizz, do you? After unraveling,
separate your twists once, twice max! This is how you get ‘dem curls poppin’
like Orville Redenbacher. It wasn’t long into my hair journey that definition
became something I put on the back burner. Actually, it wasn’t even on the
stove. I cared not about a curl. If you “hair type,” my hair is a big mixture
of 3c in the very front and straight down the center, and the rest 4a/b. Lots
of kinks and curls to love. Before I knew it, I fell in love with big fluffy
fros, and I would pick my hair until every curl was unrecognized. I realized my
desire for curls that were “on fleek” stemmed from a less than desirable place.
It was all society induced. Once I freed my mind from the ridiculous notion
that my natural hair had to be full of cylindrical curls in order to be
beautiful, I could fully embrace Erica. All of her. Not just the eight 3c curls
in the front.
This is why I will never fix my lips to ask a Brown Queen why she won’t flat
iron her hair, bantu knot, or retwist her locs.Outside of the fact that it’s none of my business, I’ve entered a space
where I can see the beauty in a Brown Queen for who she is and where she finds
herself in her journey. Be it under the dryer with a roller set, or
free-forming it. Sister, whatever your choice may be, know and own the
underlying reasoning. This is why you may see me with a fresh retwist, or locs
that have been untouched for three months. Because it’s my choice, I own it,
and rock the hell out of it if I do say so myself. (Jay Z voice) *drops mic*