Seated At The Table

Seated At The Table

 I pressed play on Solange's A Seat At the Table and wrote nonstop until the album was over. A stream of consciousness if you will. The raw uncut version is wayyy longer than this one right here and there is a final edit version that I condensed into the piece you have here.

Thanks to Jason E.C. Wright who helped edit my craziness. This is my version of an album review. 

Get into it. Or get left. You choose.

Be weary of the ways of the world.

This world is not my home

I'm just passing through

That's what they tell me 

This skin, this body

— Who do they belong to?

 

Why does my heart want what it

Can't have?

Where do I go to find solitude?

To find P E A C E?

There's nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

This skin, this beautiful, beautiful

Brown skin

 

Why me?

 

Why 

Why 

Why?

I— I ran around in circles 

But circles bring about 

Infinite possibilities 

 

So I ran

And I ran

 

— Ran from myself

 

Sat in the center 

Of that circle 

 

And stared 

At those Cranes in the Sky

Why does my heart want what it

Can't have?

Where do I go to find solitude?

To find P E A C E?

There's nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

This skin, this beautiful, beautiful

Brown skin

 

Why me?

 

Why 

Why 

Why?

I— I ran around in circles 

But circles bring about 

Infinite possibilities 

 

So I ran

And I ran

 

— Ran from myself

 

Sat in the center 

Of that circle 

 

And stared 

At those Cranes in the Sky

This brown skin

Why are you so beautiful?

 

Can I cry away the pain?

 

Do they know that I cry for them too?

The brown skin feels like 

A string of flowers wrapped around my neck 

You know

 

And oh

How beautiful those flowers are 

 

But I can't breathe

 

Am I strong enough?

Am I beautiful enough?

Am I beautiful enough?

Am I lost? 

Where am I? 

Am I gone forever?

 

I'm so mad 

— Mad at all those who told me they loved me

Then left me sitting in a pool of my own tears 

 

Where can I drop off the sadness?

Is there Postmates for that?

 

I suppose I could drop it off at the loading docks 

Kick it into the sea 

 

I got a lot to be mad for 

But where did your love go?

Where did my love go?

Do I love 

— Do you love me?

 

I can't feel that 

I can't feel love 

 

Why you always gotta be so mad?

Where did your love go

This place is not my home, 

I'm just passing through

This soil is tainted 

 

My family's blood are on those leaves 

America the Beautiful 

This s*** ain't free 

 

There's a sticker on my head 

And Babylon is on its way 

To collect their week's earnings

 

Don't touch my hair

Don't touch my soul 

My crown

 

They say the vision I've found 

When it's the feelings 

I wear my crown

 

You are not wanted here

My braids swing relentlessly 

In the belly of the beast

 

I spin 

And spin

Til those braids wrap their loving arms 

Around mine

 

Let it go

Start again 

Be free

 

This is home 

 

Home is where my 

Heart is 

I've been trying to 

Get back to that 

B**** ever since 

 

She's found a place 

To be 

— Without me

 

I suppose my chest 

Wasn't big enough 

For the two of us 

 

This used to be 

You and I 

I shake all the beads 

Out my hair

 

And now the floor 

Is a sea of dreams 

And innocence 

Where do I go from here?

 

I am but a Creator 

A facilitator 

A conduit 

A tool

Use me 

Bare all your fears onto me 

And I'll safeguard them 

 

Do you want them back?

All those secrets you told me

You can keep them in the secret place 

Of the most high

You know God is a black woman right?

I'm going all the way 

But 

I'll leave on the lights 

For you 

 

It's getting late 

So I can't stay 

But feel free

To follow me 

 

What does feel free 

Got to do with it?

We ain't free 

Never gonna be free

 

Freedom costs 

And I'm broker than a mother— 

I ain't got no job 

 

Just a lot of dreams 

And 

A lot of debt 

 

You ain't gotta go

But never feel free 

It's a hoax

 

A false prophecy 

That you'll pass down 

To your kids 

And they to theirs 

But don't get it twisted 

We ain't never gonna be free 

 

Don't say that 

The joke's on you 

I'm going all the way 

 

But 

 

I'll leave the lights on for you

Those people that paved the way

They kept rhythm

 

We came here as slaves 

And 

We leave 

As royalty

 

The chosen ones. 

All visuals edited by moi.

See original visuals here and listen to A Seat At the Table here

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