Impossible. It simply is an impossibility. Never happen. I don’t care who you are. Where you come from. How old you are.
This song makes you move. Anyone can move to this song. My mom can dance to this song and she only knows the “Mom Dance”.
“My skeletons hand-me-down, my bones have been lost and found, I’m hearing a sacred sound, calling out my name, I’m covered in fingerprints, kisses of melanin, blessing my skin with the evidence, that I am made of you“
It’s also an incredible explosion of power and positivity. When we switch up the beat at 2:35? Perfection. She doesn’t just have a drop-your-jaw-voice either; she’s also funny.
This is such an ode to your ancestry, right? Being grateful for your own DNA, and trusting that you’re on the right path because of those who guided you for so long and forged who you are today.
Today I am grateful for your skeleton existing. Have a fantastic day. Do something that pays homage to yourself for making it this far.
Be good, do good.
everything, etc. 
Not just an ode to your ancestors. Also a reminder that we are all one and the same.
”I’m swimming in galaxies… I am made of you.”
That is similar to a thought that I often remind myself. Especially when I need to find some empathy. That we are all the same. We all literally come from the same bits of the same collapsed, exploded, long-dead stars. The atoms that make our skeletons were forged there together. In that very real way, I am made of you.
She’s not just singing to her ancestors. She’s also literally singing to you, Jesse Terry.
pee pee poo poo.
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A pee pee poo poo to you too!
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