Dear Robyn

When did I fall in love with you? The moment I saw the FourFiveSeconds video. I always thought you were a beautiful woman and could bop to yo songs, but I wasn't remotely "interested" in you. The moment I saw that tear drop though, I was love struck like Cupid shot me square in my left ass cheek.

It was magical. I was feeling something I had not felt for a while; seen. That was in early 2015 when my life was as ill-defined as it has ever been. I was in the midst of a mental crisis, but one thing that kept me was this deep feeling of connection to someone that understood the weight of my experience as a human. Just from that piece of Art and all the emotion it encompasses. It was the most vulnerable and honest expression of the soul. I wanted that in my life.

As I'm working my shit out and over the years and getting back to sanity, you kept on using the momentum of your stardom to get out of the standard celebrity collaborations and started moving towards being a real maker of things and did so passionately. This only grew my attraction.

Fast forward through the years since when you really started getting your own shit up off the ground and releasing ANTI to great fanfare… Fenty is a luxury brand to contend with… Fenty Beauty creates makeup darker than a paper bag to the delight of Black women around the globe, Savage X Fenty is making Victoria Secret irrelevant... but it's all kinda off as we are starting to see through the cracks.

You got a lot of praise for all the inclusive measures like not only having sizes of lingerie that fit skinny women, which great! But it starts to feel hollow as fuck when the subscription model is being increasingly described as a pyramid scheme that you gotta go on an Easter egg hunt to end your membership to. Which has me wanting to report you to the Better Business Bureau. I don't wanna think about how the garments are made either cause I prolly for damn sure would be on the phone.

It's great that your beauty brand creates foundations and shades across the spectrum, but now you're reported to be dating a man who said some extremely anti-black shit about dark skinned Black women looking ugly in red lipstick? I'm paraphrasing here, but the anti-black rot runs deep in that asshole. It fucks your credibility cause your personal life isn't reflecting the brand's supposed moral core. But do as I say, not as I do, right?

Don't get me started on you and your inviting Fabolous to perform at Savage X Fenty's second showcase… you know better.

Who's checking you though? Right? Well, I am. You're not above reproach. And I love you enough to approach you with unfettered honesty because I fear no one in your direct vicinity is. I wouldn't be able to hold my tongue about you looking silly as fuck in the light. I so desperately don't want you out here looking silly as fuck. People always gonna have their criticisms, but when I start agreeing with them; that you're no different than the rest just cause you got great PR and no one wants to disparage you because you're the sweetest and most thoughtful multimillionaire on their way to becoming a billionaire… well I get worried for what this means for how I feel about you.

I promise I wouldn't have you out here looking silly, but I don't want you looking silly with or without me. But I would rather you learn and grow from this look at yourself through my perspective as it's pretty much my fear of you moving in a treacherous direction. But I wanna offer up exactly what I see for us before you do something like become a baby momma of a to a piece of shit that doesn't deserve the air you breathe. Because I can deal with a lot, not no ain't shit baby daddy. So if you ever want a chance with me, listen up buttercup.

We could help feed and shelter populations that can then begin to sustain themselves. We could create Music that is just as heartfelt and divine as the song that made me fall in love with you through a screen. We could unlearn and relearn different untruths and unknowns together. You could get a political education informed by a true humanitarian world view. I could get the connections that make my concepts come to fruition. Eventually we could go to the White House and strong arm some societal change. Lofty, but hey, a man can dream.

I love you enough to want a mutually beneficial relationship like that with someone that's not me, but I fear that's nearly impossible. If you knew they existed, you'd be with them right now. And I'm telling you from a place of no ulterior motive you are dimming your own light by pretending you do right now.

In the words of the late, great Whitney Houston "I'd rather be alone than unhappy". Ask yourself in the words of Alice Deejay, "do you think you're better off alone?". Because baby, you truly are. I hate to see that man dragging you down. And it only gets worse. Ask Beyoncé. You could be so much more with no one holding you down. Now I just want you to imagine if I or someone better was there to truly lift you up in whatever way you needed.

I love you, still 🥴