Beyoncé is so much more than just a singer.
Beyoncé has written a poem. That’s right, while you were drinking wine and enjoying a House of Cards binge, Bey was penning heartfelt poetry.
The free-form poem appears in this month’s issue of CR Fashion Book and accompanies a fashion shoot shot by photographer Pierre Debusschere and directed by Riccardo Tisci, in which the star is clad in the likes of Prada and Chanel.
The poem, called ‘Bey the Light’, comprises statements made by Beyoncé that were then ‘remixed’ by poet and Pulitzer Prize finalist Forrest Gander.
So, after reading Bey’s musings, what did we learn about the star? Well, since you ask, this:
1. Thought Beyoncé was a singer? Nope, according to her, she’s a vessel and something of a ‘healing light.’
2. Blue Ivy is her muse.
3. She draws on her alter ego, Sasha Fierce, when having sex.
4. She feels a deep bond with young children. In fact, they lift her up ‘like pieces of moon.’
So, there you have it.
Here’s the full poem:
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 tuned 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 as 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 running 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 people can’t bear.
I can’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.