There are more beautiful things than Beyoncé

There were so many poems in this powerful collection by Morgan Parker. Her word choice, the feel of the pieces, her narrative voice, her subject matter, the form and shape of the poems: sometimes couplets, sometimes left-justified, sometimes free-form, and punctuation or a lack of it, were all tools Parker seemed to use expertly to grab the reader and bring them face to face, eyeball to eyeball with her pain. I just couldn't look away.
The first poem, "All They Want Is My Money My Pussy My Blood,"  ended up being my favorite. It is organized as sentences that are designed to stand alone as statements but also are sometimes linked to the one before it or the one after it, read like quick, short jabs to the gut like, "I do whatever I want because I could die any minute./I don't mean YOLO I mean they are hunting me." and "At school they learned that Black people happened." and a few lines later, "They do not understand that they exist," is an example of two sentences that land hard on their own but when they are placed where they are in proximity to one another they act to leverage each other and increase the power of each other.
I am not really a fan of Beyonce and don't know a lot about her except what I hear in the news. In watching "Dreamgirls" I was blown away by the raw, emotional, not yet polished performance that Jennifer Hudson gave but unimpressed with the polished, professional, calculated performance of Beyonce and I kind of felt that was Parker's point in a lot of the poem's. Beyonce is an icon held up to be an ideal example of a woman, a Black woman and I sense Parker's feeling about this in poem's like "White Beyonce," which is a couplet with no punctuation, with lines like, "She watches Turner Classic Movies/ and sees herself there/Up in da country club she dines with friends/The conversation is breezy/Doesn't look the waiter in the eyes/ordering vegan chicken salad w/amenities."
Like her husband Jay-Z says "I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man" and the same can be said about Beyonce, whose career decisions, ironically so, mirror the character she played in "Dreamgirls."
In "Funeral for the Black Dog" she references Kelly and Michelle and her unceremonious exit from Destiny's Child. The line "For the men you fucked and swallowed/and fucked and prayed over. You dressed up/in their muscles. For how you are always/still thirsty./For your vision of kingdom," seems to speak to the narrator's feeling of loss and betrayal of Beyonce. As when Diana Ross left the Supremes, there was wreckage left behind, though it is hidden more in our modern day of carefully constructed and controlled media images.
Powerful book and I am eager to hear other people's experiences of this collection.