When I Get Home

When I Get Home

Intensely cathartic. Maybe it was the fact that this soundtracked my drafting of a two-weeks notice for my girlfriend (while getting ideas for my own); maybe it was the new appreciation for When I Get Home I was afforded by experiencing Solange’s verbalization of her songs through images; either way, I think I needed to see this today. Herein lies a fierce, self-assured interpretation of womanhood — one I found great joy in, and one I hope to emulate.

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