Beyonce Is Proof Positive That Black Mamas Always Have Snacks

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They say, “A picture is worth a thousand words.” And if you’ve seen the photo of Beyonce giving Blue Ivy snacks at the Grammy’s, you know it’s worth a thousand black mamas. Even in Black Panther-inspired couture, Bey made sure her baby would not know the pangs of hunger. She did what black mamas throughout  time have done; reached in her pocketbook and pulled out snacks. And because of the Carter’s economic status, we would expect knick knacks like Kind bars, organic granola made from oats grown in volcanic ash for $27 per pound or even Beef Wellington bites in fine china bowls- but what we got was Mama Giselle reaching in her purse and pulling out fruit snacks, a juice box (Kool Aid Jammer maybe?) and some Goldfish.

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Chile, Beyonce didn’t have time for the shenanigans. In true black mama form, she held on to Blue’s juice box so she wouldn’t spill anything on her good white suit. Because snacks be damned, she ain’t letting her child walk around looking a mess at no Grammy’s. Some would call this gauche or ratchet but when you have to sit your ass, your child’s ass and your husband’s ass in folding chairs for 132 hours listening to shit that you don’t really care about; you make it do what it do. And she did. Flawlessly and unbothered.

Black mamas pull out snacks at church, the hair salon, the library, honor roll assembly and the mall. Hell, I pulled out a whole ass corned beef sandwich for my little one when we went to see “Norbit” in 2007. She asked for her pickles and everything.  Judge ya’ moms! She was full and that was $10 well-spent. Fuck your $20 M&M’s. I’d do it again! Packing snacks in your purse is like kissing your baby’s boo boo, sitting your son on your lap and giving him an Eskimo kiss or getting new bobos for your little girl’s hair. It just makes you feel good and loved.

Black mamas have held it down for us since day one and we are most appreciative. And ingenuity is bred from necessity.

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K. Araújo, a native Detroiter, is a cross between Claire Huxtable, Rosie Pérez and Millie Jackson. Widow, bruja, Oni Yemaya, palera,  professional dragger of filth and Mami to the dopest Ethiopian EVER, she is the Editor in Chief of “Negra With Tumbao”, Staff Writer for “The Urban Twist” and a freelance contributor for major publications like The Root, VSB, Huffington Post, My Brown Baby and The Glow Up.

​Keka has been known to shake what her mama gave her, is the hell and high water, an expert salsera and cussologist with a penchant for the finer things in life and is and forever shall be- unapologetically black.