wait. what? good god.
the don - nas
D’Angelo interview GQ June 2012
http://www.gq.com/entertainment/music/201206/dangelo-gq-june-2012-interview
« noone would be able to understand what this man’s music means to me. i can’t even articulate what joy this brings to my heart. excuse me while i go cry in a corner.
isn’t it strange how one day you are old?
you look at your face and you notice the elasticity in your skin isn’t the same. or that you feel that your mind is a little bit heavier than it used to be. maybe it’s just me. but my thoughts are more like boulders these days. and my hands aren’t as soft as i recall. my boyfriend still likes them. he still likes my face. he still likes my thighs. my knees. my elbows. all the parts that aren’t so pretty, all the stuff that has been wore and tore. he still likes it all. but my mother says i should use more shea butter, drink more water. who knows. i think the real reason i’m feeling different is because i’m opening my eyes more, or they’re being forced open, seeing the way my mothers smile isn’t the same, the way her skin gathers and sits at the corners of her mouth. or how i’m beginning to notice how my grandmother limps and leans over to the left whenever she’s walking my way. i don’t think we become old all alone, i think it’s the way we begin to look at eachother more closely, the way we become less concerned with ourselves, voluntarily or by force that makes us old. it’s life catching up to us, holding onto us, grabbing onto our skin, pulling and tugging at our eyes until the open.
i don’t know.
i think u.s. history
from a black perspective
should be renamed to
so heres what really happened
