Whitney Houston has been an integral part of my family’s life for many years. “I Didn’t Know My Own Strength,” was my mother’s fighting song for those gloomier days. I grew up singing “Million Dollar Bill,” in the kitchen and using “Greatest Love of All” as my karaoke song. My sister would paint in her sketchbook for hours, replaying “How Will I Know” and the performance of “The Star-Spangled Banner” with the singer dressed in all white and red will never leave my list of ‘Recently Watched.’ I even mimic the way her hands come up as she clings to her last high note. As a Black woman, she was an amazing mirage of what it meant to be one. She encouraged both the hardships and privileges.
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Whitney was often portrayed as a victim in movies. Her talent was so dazzling and abundant that anyone who challenged it was an iceberg waiting to sink her ship. When I saw the trailer, it was so inspiring. I Want to…
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