When you a black girl
You find a way to work around stuff.
Around, you know…
Being black,
And a girl,
In a man’s world,
A white man’s world.
Backbone.
Synonymous with
Blackbone.
She must familiarize herself with this part of her anatomy,
Quickly.
Early on in life.
Many times, it will be the only thing that she can hold onto.
Clenched fingers give her the courage to keep going,
Weaving her way through the glaring eyes that question her presence.
How do you present yourself when they question your gift?
Your being present, in and of itself, is already a gift.
What happens when you open your heart?
Then your mind
Then your eyes
Then your hands
And finally,
Your mouth.
Is what I believe we are at the helm of experiencing,
What we refer to as
Black Girl Magic.
Majesty.
Majestic.
Magical.
And messy,
And all over the place,
All at the same damn time!
Don’t even try to tame me
My hair alone screams that I cannot be tamed!
Untameable.
Unfathomable.
Unreal.
More realistic than you know
Realism
Optimism
Omnipotence, all over the world
In you
In me
In us
Who we are
Who we are becoming
WHO WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN!
The world was never ready.
But…
Mother Earth,
She birthed us forth
Melanin shining
Beaming with the moon
We are here
To serve, in ALL our excellence
Open hearts.
Black Girl! Come out from amongst them
The shadows have lost the capacity to hold you back.
That back bone
The one they called
Dry bone
That flesh has come alive
That beacon of hope
That sparkle in her eye
Can
Not
Be
Tamed
Take your hands off of her!
words to live by 