BeyoncÃƒ© has published a poem that she has written for her two year old daughter, Blue Ivy.
She gave birth to her daughter in 2012, who watched the singer perform at the MTV Video Music Awards on Sunday night while sat on her fathers, Jay-Z‘s, lap. They both presented BeyoncÃƒ© with the Video Vanguard Award after her special performance, which consisted of the singer performing portions of all the tracks from her self-titled fifth studio album.
BeyoncÃƒ© is featured on the front cover of this weeks CR Fashion Book, which has the poem inside it.
It has been “remixed” by Forrest Gander. BeyoncÃƒ© wrote the lyrics, and it is titled Bey the Light.
It’s my daughter, she’s my biggest muse.
There’s someone, we all find out soon,
more important than ourselves to lose.
I feel a deep bond with young children –
all those photos in my dressing room –
especially those who’ve been stricken,
Children I’ve met across the years –
they uplift me like pieces of moon,
and guide me, whispering in my ear
I’m turned to spirits, the emotions of others.
And I feel her presence all the time
though I never met my grandmother.
I learned at a very young age,
when I need to tap some extra strength,
to put my persona, Sasha, on stage.
Though we’re different as blue and red,
I’m not afraid to draw from her
in performance, rifts, even in bed.
I saw a TV preacher when I was scared,
at four or five, about bad dreams,
who promised he’d say a prayer
If I put my hand to the TV.
That’s the first time I remember prayer,
an electric current humming through me.
You call me a singer, but I’m called to transform,
to suck up the grief, anxiety, and loss
of those who hear me into my song’s form.
I’m a vessel for all that isn’t right,
for break-ups and lies and double-cross.
I sing into that vessel a healing light.
To let go of pain that people can’t bear.
I don’t do that myself, I call in the light.
I summon God to take me there.
Utopias, they don’t much interest me.
I always mess things up a bit.
It’s chaos, in part, that helps us see.
But for my daughter I dream a day
when no one roots for others to fail,
when we all mean what we say.
What do you make of the poem BeyoncÃƒ© wrote for Blue Ivy?