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Beyoncé finds her Cowboy Carter bouquet withering a step further, as My Rose bows out at #133 - not a terrible position for a track under a minute long, having fended off a fair few meatier tracks in the process. That's not to say that My Rose doesn't pack a pretty substantial amount into 53s, tailing off the incredibly earnest and vulnerable opening phase of its parent album that draws upon deeply classic elements of country and its various tropes.
Unless you're like me, who's fully willing to throw money into Mrs. Carter's pockets for unfinished products, many of you may not be aware that My Rose was originally entitled Mr. Sir, and can sensibly be deduced as an ode to her only son (following on from Rumi's inclusion on the previous track, Protector). I feel like I've lived around 608 different lives since Beyoncé posted
this photo (which harks back to an oddly simpler time on social media where such a photo really had insane visibility, algorithms be damned), so it's surprising that many of the tracks on Cowboy Carter were likely some of the first she'll have written for a mainline album since given birth to her twins - particularly when you consider that this album was primed to be the first instalment of the trilogy back in 2022.
If you follow the relatively minute scraps of personal life Beyoncé now shares with the plebians of the planet, you'll likely have noticed by this point that she very,
very rarely shows Sir to the world, whilst Rumi and the Grand Heiress Herself, Blue Ivy, have very much assimilated with the limelight. My Rose appears to shed a bit of light as to why, as Beyoncé comforts and reassures her son that he need not be hard on himself, and to embrace his flaws and all - the perfectionism trait appears to run in the family.
Whilst it was difficult to rate this track beyond the cap of around a 6, purely from the standpoint of being short and relatively simplistic (albeit stacked with the usual beauty and flair one can expect from a Beyoncé effort), it's an affecting 1-2-3 punch with 16 Carriages and Protector, where you really gain a strong insight into her priorities as a mother, a provider, and a protector. Sir may be in the incredibly fortunate position to grow up with the world's biggest star as his mother, and all of which that entails, but goodness knows the world is definitely not oversaturated with songs uplifting young Black boys, and Cowboy Carter is very much all the better for its inclusion, as is my music library. Unfinished vinyls and all.