Beyonce wrote a poem for her daughter Blu Ivy- Its my daughter, shes my biggest muse. Theres someone, we all find out soon, more important than ourselves to lose I feel a deep bond with young children – all those photos in my dressing room – especially those whove been stricken, Children Ive met across the years – they uplift me like pieces of moon, and guide me, whispering in my ear Im turned to spirits, the emotions of others. And I feel her presence all the time though I never met my grandmother. I learned at a very young age, when I need to tap some extra strength, to put my persona, Sasha, on stage. Though were different as blue and red, Im not afraid to draw from her in performance, rifts, even in bed. I saw a TV preacher when I was scared, at four or five, about bad dreams, who promised hed say a prayer If I put my hand to the TV. Thats the first time I remember prayer, an electric current humming through me. You call me a singer, but Im called to transform, to suck up the grief, anxiety, and loss of those who hear me into my songs form. Im a vessel for all that isnt right, for break-ups and lies and double-cross. I sing into that vessel a healing light. To let go of pain that people cant bear. I dont do that myself, I call in the light. I summon God to take me there. Utopias, they dont much interest me. I always mess things up a bit. Its chaos, in part, that helps us see. But for my daughter I dream a day when no one roots for others to fail, when we all mean what we say.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 18:59:04 +0000
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