Hey girl hey.

 

This is an invitation. 

 

This is a love letter. 

 

This is and also isn't about Beyonce. 

Let the visual album be your inspiration. Lace is encouraged, pants are optional. Afro hair don't care, 6 inch heels but don't hurt yourself. We'll make Jay-Z's G-ma's Lemonade. You bring the Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Side Dishes. At sundown we'll burn an effigy of Becky & her good hair. We'll smash the fucking patriarchy with a baseball bat. 

 

Middle. 

 

Fingers. 

 

Up.