EMPRESS ONIKA and KING BEY. WTF?!? They CLEARLY don't care about my livelihood. Why else would they deem it acceptable to traipse their asses upon a stage TOGETHER and sleigh so hard my ancestors got chills?!? Hell, I felt the intensity of that performance deep within the depths of my unoccupied womb. I try sooo hard not to stan for these women yet I can't help but recognize this unprecedented greatness as history unfolds before us. I need something to calm my nerves. Onika and Bey got me like
I shall be telling this with a sigh, somewhere ages and ages hence: two bad bitches diverged on a stage, and I, I got my edges snatched, and nothing was ever the same...