Freddie Mercury is one of my biggest idols. And no, in case you are wondering this isn’t a "Bohemian Rhapsody" or "Queen" bandwagon fan piece. I feel like we all know a person who as soon as they saw the movie decided to obnoxiously play “Don’t Stop Me Now” at every party they went to.
I’ve always wondered if a woman’s Blackness will be remembered, or if our importance, impact and beauty will fade. Sometimes, I feel I allow my mind to dabble in what-if’s and what society thinks rather than focusing on the beauty of my Blackness, and the strength of my Black body.
With the New Zealand shooting affecting our Muslim community, to midterms and tests stressing many students out, these last few months have been difficult and busy for many. Music has always been there for me through tough times and it is the thing that I turn to when I need comfort.
In elementary school, if I wasn’t drawing, I’d be in the city library, lost in a biography of Magritte or a history of Impressionism. I was certain that I’d become an artist, sharing my self-expression with the world in the greatest museums.