“When you love me, you love yourself… LOVE GOD HERSELF.”

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I’ve expressed my joy about Beyonce engaging Black femme magic before when all we had was Formation. I knew more was coming, and this article articulates a lot of what I’ve been too full to bursting to write about LEMONADE.

Oshun, conjure work, southern black witch magic, the breadth of black women’s power, capacity, and emotion, and all the more still. Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley, brilliant black femme magic thinker that she is lays it all out beautifully.

Beyoncé’s Lemonade is grown-ass black woman magic. And the lemons that Queen Bey is working with, powerful hoodoo ingredients for overpowering bad energy, are clearly the Louisiana kind. Lush, troubling visuals show that Beyoncé is the goddess, the goddess is furious, the goddess is victorious, and most important: The goddess is every black woman. Slay

Beyoncé’s expression of the goddess-like wrath of a black woman betrayed is not about her—Lemonade is art, not autobiography, and continues the protest tradition of women blues artists. In black women’s music, trifling men have long been metonyms for a patriarchy that never affords black women the love and life they deserve.

Read the whole article at TIME here.