Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Why I Love Nicki Minaj So Much

As much as I've tried to repress it, and feed into the negativity surrounding Nicki Minaj (folks being nit-picky over her overall image and the meaning of her lyrics), I can no longer contain my adoration of Nicki Minaj. She lets every woman and girl channel a "little Nicki" inside them that lets them be crazy, ridiculous, and insane, all while leading a fierce movement of our own. She used the all-too-popular "Barbie" doll image and turned it into her own brand. She bursted on the scene and made a huge statement. She's so much more universal (to me) than female rappers that have come before her. She stretched herself outside of rap, into pop, gaining a wider audience and I think that's simply genius. If you could reach the point where you have a 7-year old white girl singing your songs on Ellen Degeneres, then you're doing something right. People call her fake because of the whole "Barbie" thing, or a sell-out because of the whole rap-pop transition she made, but Nicki Minaj has been able to keep herself fresh with her outlandish outfits and wigs, and has still been able to maintain herself as a well-know artist. People don't realize that one must do what they have to do first, before they can do what they want to. In this case, in order to gain the enormous audience and fame she has, she had to reach over into pop and experiment with something new. As much as many may love hardcore rap, that only reaches but so many in comparison to pop. She found an angle by which she could appeal to many while still inserting her rap here and there. She couldn't just be raw. I've seen it with Rihanna. We all loved her as the sixteen-year old Island Girl, but paid much more attention to her when she was the "Good Girl Gone Bad" and fully transitioned into pop. Some can't handle the raw, Caribbean flare. In Nicki's case, they couldn't handle her raw style and bars, so she found another way to deliver them. 

Nicki is also an amazing business woman. She has her own perfume, her own moscato, her own line of clothing, her own MAC lipstick, her own headphones, and even her own Beats Pill. Honestly, whenever I think pink,  besides Breast Cancer Awareness, I think Nicki, and she has branded herself well enough to make it marketable. That's an inspiration. How many women, with her kind of fame, in the rap industry, maintain this level of entrepreneurship? Close to none. 

I'll never forget the time "Itty Bitty Piggy" came out. I was never the one to really listen to rap, but I tolerated it. When I heard Nicki spit those verses over Soulja Boy's "Donk" beat, I was hooked. I knew every word, every breath, I even knew how to change my voice so that it could sound like hers. Other girls in my school caught the bug too. I saw some walking around with her iconic bob with the pink hair in the back, and Barbie necklaces. My friends and I downloaded almost every song from her mixtapes and any song she was featured on, we just waited until her verse came so that we could go HAM. Years later, she has my (then nine year old) sister singing along to "Super Bass". Now, after listening and falling in love with "Pills N Potions" and singing with her word-for-word at the Fourth of July Philly Jam, I'm eagerly anticipating her new album. Clearly, she was influential and has remained so for a while now. Give her some credit.

Now, I'm not here to sound like a fanatic or a die-hard Barb, but I really want people to appreciate what Nicki has done with her work. People will say that she "sold-out", but when she was underground for so long, rapping about some real shit, no one cared to listen. So I understand why she had to change, why she had to branch out. She explained it in "Dear Old Nicki". We're in a world where we have to be constantly stimulated. In music, we want to be reminded of the classic oldies but with fresh and unique intertwined. What we're asking is demanding, and I think Nicki's approach to it was appropriate. Once I let go of everyone's doubting and the "she's doing too much/she's fake" mantras, I really got to see and embrace her for who she really is. That was heightened even more when she made her speech at the BET Awards addressing the fact that it is difficult to thrive in a male-dominated world. Even in your craft, in your passion, you have to work twice as hard (or even harder) just to get people to BELIEVE and even consider that your work can match the caliber of men. It goes deeper than allegedly "throwing shade" at Iggy Azalea. 

Nicki is living her dream and doing what she loves. That alone is motivation for women and girls everywhere to do the same. Besides the money, fame, and power, that's all a product of resilience and hard work. She shows us that the ultimate prize is to embody your dream and encourage others to do the same. We may be scrutinized, we may slip-up or become deterred, but that should never stop us from being fulfilled. Nicki is more than what we see of her and more than what I can say of her. We've witnessed glimpses of her growth, development and how she has CHANGED. She's only human. She has showed us how, in different courses of our lives, change is important, but must be embraced in order to be better than you've ever been before. It was just magnified under the scope of fame, and some can't bare to see celebrities being human. But she's still made it. One thing's for sure, Nicki is doing the damn thing, and I ain't mad. So for those who need inspiration, or those who just don't get the hype around Nicki, look and listen a little closer. Her existence alone is the spearhead of an empowering movement, and I am here for it. She is one of the most influential women of our generation, a loaded statement, but an appropriate and deserved one. Reign on Queen Barb, I'm standing right there with you.



Also, she a Trini so that's always a plus :)

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Cornrows and Double-Dutch

Right before I went back to school on Monday, my mother braided my hair up in a very intricate up-do with a combination of cornrows and twists. I feel like braiding my hair is almost therapeutic for her. It's our time to bond and a bit nostalgic for her, always bringing up how thick my hair was when I was little, and how that hasn't quite changed. While at the grocery store today, a white woman tapped me and complimented my hair style. "I really like that" she said as she pointed. I was flattered, then wondered if she had ever seen anything like it. Approaching almost two years after I shaved all of my hair off, I've gotten a plethora of remarks and compliments that were different from when I had straight hair. A lot of how-did-you-get-your-hair-to-do-thats and questions about products. I'm getting used to the inquiries and want for knowledge. This particular situation, however,  triggered a memory for me. 

It took me to a time back in sixth grade. Just being let out from school, we decided to wonder around before going home. Middle school brought freedom not given lightly to elementary schoolers, and there weren't many after-school programs to get involved in. My friends and I wandered around until we were in front of the Brooklyn Public Library. So we decided to play double-dutch. After a couple rounds filled with games, turns, and tricks (pop-up, mumble, typewriter, criss-cross, the kick... you girls remember those?) a white woman walked up to us. She had this incredulous look on her face and her tone mimicked that sentiment. "Oh my goodness" she beamed "I've never seen anything like this! May I take a picture of you guys doing that?" My friends and I sort of stared at each other. She was a stranger but we were out in public so it shouldn't be anything bad. We agreed. My friend, Tasmine, was the best one out of all of us so we let her "jump" for the picture. I was one of two turners. The woman took out her large camera and snapped away, a smile strecthed across her face as if it would stay there forever. 

What really struck me was how common in our community double-dutch was and how alien it was to her. It made me think about how normal it was to rummage through my mother's drawers at home for old telephone cords to bring to recess or barbecues or playgrounds or block parties. How it made grown women kick off their work shoes just to bask in the essence of memory, both amazed and pleased that their bodies still remembered the rhythm of the ropes. How you NEVER bought an actual "jump-rope" from the store. To pray that you don't get hit with the rope or a huge welt would form on your skin. How normal it was to claim "zero" so that you got to jump before the person who actually claimed "first". Three jumps for everyone, five if there was a smaller group. If you didn't know how to turn, you learned (I was intially "double-handed" lol). If you couldn't do double-dutch, you did single. I thought about how normal it was to have other girls come up to you, asking you to play and how you'd let them, without hesitation. There were few competitions, but they always ended up melting into afternoons of bliss. No hard feelings. It was easy to make friends through double-dutch. It was something that brought us together. Under this one, simple thing, black girls united, and I wonder if it was that unity that amazed her. That ability to teach, learn, embrace, showcase, and impress through the simple notion of double-dutch. I know that I would be amazed by such a thing, its beauty manifested in children. Little girls with cornrows and braids, plastic beads hanging down each one.

I yearn for a time in which women really could come together like that. I feel so conflicted by posts and pictures of women viciously berating other women, then preaching for us to collaborate in the same token. While I understand that we are no longer children, why can't we unite for something meaningful, for the sake of ourselves? I had a conversation with my mother the other day. I said, "I've been made to feel like, on countless occasions, that this world has no place for me." I already have two strikes against me in this world, black and woman. It is hard not to constantly feel like I don't belong. So, calling all of my sisters, I need you. We need each other. There are bigger things in this world. I once heard someone say jokingly "Damn, it's a shame that the only thing we could get black people to mobilize for is a party." Let's change that. Those hundreds of missing girls in Nigeria? We're talking about them. We're not hiding behind silence. We're trying to do something about it. Let's continue the conversation and bring to light other events such as those. Our women are powerful and we deserve to be in this world. 
 
It may not be as simple and free-spirited as the afternoons spent playing double-dutch, but it is the substance, the sigificance behind unity, that matters the most.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Distance

I’ve learned how
To hug my friends
While keeping them
At arm’s length

Curious

I want to know
How you taste
While the sky
Is coated
With darkness

Stardust

And I hope the next person who enters my life

Be it a friend or lover

Loves me deeply

Like they have speckles of star dust 
Enclosed in the cusp of their hands

And every opening of palms
Is like showers of shooting stars

Divinity

I don’t believe I ask for much. 


Daddy always said that I deserved the world
I’d always laugh and blush whenever he said this.


"Oh Daddy", I’d beam


But he’s right


I should demand everything


Fill myself with handfuls and mouthfuls of life

Letting it drip greedily from my lips


Never let the hardness of this world have it’s way with you

Stop spreading yourself thin
Never ask for little


Wear the stars around your neck 

And hold the sun in your belly



You are divine
And deserve the world

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Flexi-Glass

They broke me
and I laid there and tried to die. 

My spirit said no.
My presence said no.
My existence said no.

So I’m standing now,
but it hurts to move and I don’t know which way to go.
This ground is unsteady and I’m staggering around.
But I must move.
It’s all on me now.
It’s up to me, and God, to get where I need to go, 

and be who I want to be.
I can do it.
I know I can.
I must.