Drone

There you are in the tabloids again, and I race to print them. Looking in stunning in your black and white top that flows into sleek black pants, you dominate the red carpet. Your image hanging on my wall is the closest I will ever get to you. I am just a white virgin twig hoping to one day grow into a strong brown oak that looks half as good as you. Your talent makes everything I do look like crap, and I strive to wake up as flawless as you do in all of your Instagram pictures.

I can still remember the first time I heard one of your songs. My mom and aunt were racing me to the emergency room because my brother pushed me off of our bed and I landed head first on the toy chest. I was in and out of consciousness, but I can still remember that "Single Ladies" came on as soon as we got into the car, and I immediately felt at ease. I barley lost consciousness and smiled the whole way. When I got home, I insisted on hearing everything you had made, and my mother felt so bad about what had happened that she obliged.

As I grew up, you were always there. After tough days in middle school and high school, I would destress by turning on something by you. anything. Bills, Bills, Bills. Say My Name. Ave Maria. Irreplaceable (and the Spanish version on especially emotional days). Amid the Fall Out Boy and Radiohead, you were always starred on my playlists but I didn't want anyone to judge me. Despite your talent, I would be picked on and teased mercilessly for knowing all the words to "I Was Here".

But then, I met Martina. She looks just like you. Her honey-blonde hair jumps out against her caramel skin and her hazel eyes almost make me melt like yours do. My crush for her was hindered by my love for you, but I couldn't just stop listening to you. So, I had a plan. I asked her out to prom, and later anonymously asked the DJ to play "Upgrade U". As soon as it started, I took her by the hand and told her this was my favorite song (though now it's hard to choose between that and "Lemonade"). Instead of judging me or asking me if I was gay, she just smiled and we wended up dancing all night. She still knows I would dump her in an instant if I had the chance to be with you and accepts me for it anyway.

Now, we are expecting out first child, Ivy (She wouldn't let me name our daughter Blue) and I couldn't be happier. Thanks for accompanying me throughout my life

Sincerely,

A straight, white, happily married guy who is still fierce!