Why Azealia Banks Was Right In Her Critique of Lana Del Rey

I feel like having a little fun at the expense of two very talented young women, who recently provided much-appreciated distraction as they battled it out in full view of engrossed gawkers, who were paying close attention and diligently keeping score.

I’m not going to bore you with analytics because when it comes to who garnered the winning scores, you would have to base it on the results of the never-ending popularity contest, and as we all know, Lana Del Rey easily outranks Azealia Banks in the likability category, so that pretty much gives the “Summertime Sadness” singer a huge advantage.

But, as much of a fan as I am of Del Rey, my loyalty belongs to Banks, and it pretty much stays that way, even when I’m alone in my refusal to jump ship when the tide gets high, due to that tendency towards potent foulness.

There’s documentation to prove my unrelenting support for a woefully misunderstood artist, who is too damn brilliant for this shit, and who definitely harbors a lot of pain that manifests in ways that never allows for the flow of empathy that she rightly deserves.

As a young Black woman in her late twenties, who is kind of seasoned at this point, it’s outrageously criminal that Azealia Banks is still fighting to be acknowledged for her endless creativity, when…