My President is Black, Michelle’s Coat is Blue: 5 Thoughts on the Inauguration
I was supposed to have published this post yesterday but I was running the streets all day so I wasn’t able. I did write one post though, about what the election meant to me. Did you read that? Aight go read it and come back.
Anywho, here are some of the thoughts I took away from the Inauguration.
1. Michelle Obama’s jacket was LIFE. Listen. Shellie O’s Thom Browne coat stole the show! It was the fiercest and it fit her like YES GAWD! The texture? The color? The silhouette? I was here for it ALL. That woman’s stylist be having her LAID like an oath! She looked amazing today, and even the bangs looked right. I might be finally warming up to them. But yes. I kept looking at this coat.
Oh and those raspberry gloves she rocked with it? iLIVE. You better be every gahtdamb thing, FLOTUS!
2. President Barack Obama’s barber and makeup artists needs all the props. Barack’s barber had his lining looking SHARP! Dude’s hairline and shapeup was ultra legit. Black men everywhere, please try to achieve this level of crisp cut. And then let’s talk about his skin. His visage looked like it was moisturized with unicorn tears and dusted lightly with phoenix feathers. It was just smooth and just silky. ‘Rack was GLOWING! I need to know his secrets. His black was NOT e’em wrinkling, let alone cracking.
My president looked like a tall glass of chocolate milk, authority and second chances. Yes. I approved.
3. I’m here for Myrlie Evers-Williams. Medgar Evers’ widow, Myrlie gave the invocation at the Inauguration and I loved it. That fierce piece of history got up there in her salt and pepper mini fro (TWA) and spoke truths and life! “150 yrs after the Emancipation Proclamation and 50 yrs after the march on Washington, we celebrate the spirit of our ancestors.” *throws handkerchief* SPEAK. SPOKE. SPOKEN. Yes. Talk about being proud. I was beaming. History stood on that elevated stage today and I hope we appreciated it.
4. Sasha and Malia were over it all. Seriously. These girls were NOT feeling the swearing in and all that. Sasha, especially. Her facial expressions had me CACKLING! She couldn’t e’em hide the fact that this was not where she wanted to be.
I don’t blame them though. It was cold and I can see how it could be boring for kids. Listen, the First Kids deserve so many props for their great behavior. Those girls show grace under pressure. If I was 11 or 14, and having to sit through all these 3-hour ceremonies, I’d be sliding out my chair and constantly asking to go to the bathroom. Sasha and Malia are troopers. A lot of that could also be because Grandma Robinson looks like she does NOT play. Like she’d pinch you on the sly if you start even thinking about acting up.
5. Beyonce sang the house DOWN. Admit it. Beyonce SANG that National Anthem. I was clapping for her like a drunk seal and saying SANG, MAMA BEY!!! She got on that stage and said “I’m bout to sang for freedom!” and that she did. I’m no Beyhive member or stan and I was giving her ALL the props, so I know her stans were laid out on the altar after she belted the anthem. Chile…
But yeah, awesomeness. I’m still in DC. I owe you 1 more post related to my street-running and hoodrat things and ratchet Inauguration shenanigans so I shall be back with that.