For my love of black women

The radiance of your skin in various shades, the beauty of your kinky, curly crown, nothing compares. You reassure me that it’s okay to be unapologetically black and proud.

Thank you for all that you are and are striving to be. You’ve been placed in a world that dismisses, undervalues and abuses you. Yet you continue to thrive.

My God, you are the epitome of everything magical and majestic. This one is for you. For all of the black women who had to raise kids on their own and never once complained, for the black women who have had to scrape up every penny to afford a college degree, for all of the black women who are still struggling every day but refuse to give up.

Your sheer resilience gives me strength and belief in myself. When I look into your eyes, I can see your pain and uncertainty. But with one glance of your smile, all of that fades away and I can feel your #BlackGirlMagic radiating and smothering any doubt.

You’re continuously evolving, from rocking big hoops, to eccentric hair and stiletto nails. Although many may try to imitate, you were the original. You’ve created your own culture filled with style, you’re the bomb baby!

You amaze me with your strength and perseverance. No one struggle is the same and it’s never been easy for you. No matter the challenges you face, you keep your head above water and succeed in any way you can.

On top of everything else, you’re constantly plagued with the term “angry black woman” whenever you decide to speak your mind.

What they don’t understand is that anger is really passion. Passion for what you believe in and stand for. They are starting to see that it will never be silenced.

Thank you for being resilient, thank you for never quitting, thank you for being brilliant and inspiring me every day to be a proud black woman.

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