Our love
Is full of song
Verse
Chorus
and bridge
Our steps
In perfect progression
As we move to the chords of our heart's melodies
On one accord
As if we were one body of instrumentation
A resounding crescendo
When…
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“Art is not just what I do, it’s who I become when words no longer suffice”
— TeiannaReAL
Beauty and Her Beast is a testimony.
It was born in the aftershocks of heartbreak, ancestral grief, and holy rage. Each poem is an invocation of my mother, my wounds, my survival, and my sensuality. This isn't a project I made for the industry. I made it for those of us who are taught to be strong before we’re taught to be safe.
I’m not a full-time artist. I’m a full-time truth-teller who returned to the mic because poetry saved my life again. This album is what healing sounds like when it’s not always soft, when it burns, bites, prays, and rises.
I created Beauty and Her Beast as a sacred offering to Black women, to my ancestors, and to my younger self who deserved softness, safety, and firelight. I’m grateful to share it with you. (See FYC for more details)
The highly anticipated sophomore project from TeiannaReAL is finally here.
I am in a season that does not have a clean name.
Some things are ending without feeling finished. Other things are beginning before I feel fully prepared. I am learning that becoming does not always feel like growth. Sometimes, it feels like grief. Sometimes, it looks like creating distance from what I still love, releasing what I once imagined, and trusting that clarity will meet me somewhere beyond the ache.
Still, I am here.
Creating. Completing. Reimagining. Making room.
I do not know exactly what waits on the other side of this season, but I know I cannot meet it while clinging to who I had to be before now.
So, for the moment, I am allowing the in-between to be sacred too.
-TeiannaReAL