Dear Lemonade,

You artwork is poignant. Not beautiful, outstanding, an everybody-must-love-it-because-its-the-best-in-the-world piece of work.

Poignant. 

You raise conversation. You take us through your visualization of what it means to be a woman and to be black - as I am.

But they must know, as I do, that you are now a depiction of ALL black women.

You are a snippet - like a well-crafted slice of lemon strategically placed for flavor.

You got everybody talking. But are they watching, listening, digesting?

Do they know where your inspirations lie? Do they know that what you created is not entirely new? Do they think of the various movies, speeches, poems, songs, people, cultures, religions, and regions that you reference?

I give her credit for the well oiled machine she made - the products that it puts out.

You are a visual product that can inspire a movement forward - a call to action.

Are you a call to action?

What are you?

Forward movement - I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I want to listen - to be inspired.

I'm listening again.

I haven't heard for awhile.

Thanks,

M ❤

(I know that this isn't like the letters I've written before, but I wanted to get a quick summary of my feeling out right now, and this is how it turned out.)