I remember a time when I was constantly asked whether I preferred Rihanna or Beyoncé. I couldn’t say both; my friends demanded that I choose. I almost always went with Beyoncé; she had that “nice girl” demeanor. She was that girl that I was raised to be, not a single hair out of place, pageant-like, with no unruly boyfri…
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