What a feeling to wake up these last few days, stare in the mirror, and see my beautiful, glowing black skin. To finally make the connection that my creativity exists outside the paradigms I was told to force myself into.
To wake up and see not only my face but my mother's, sister's, niece's, aunts, black historical female figures, black female ancestors, black Queens from kingdoms past, black female peers and know without a shadow of a doubt that without fail time and time again including historically, BLACK WOMEN ALWAYS FOLLOW THROUGH on what we say we are going to do when it matters most!!!!!
I know many of us are feeling a range of emotions right now, as we rightfully should. Please feel those emotions and more. I have one request, though, to add pure unconditional, unapologetic, undiluted, remarkably divinely cut from the womb of Mother Earth LOVE for your beautiful black female soul. After seeing the American election poll results by gender and race something just clicked for me, I realized we ARE THE MOLD, WE ARE THE STANDARD, WE ARE THE BAR, and in my humble opinion that means we are unbreakable (contrary to what we have been told).
While I was taking a nice long walk today, I saw all the natural fall hues around me. Mother Nature was embracing me with her warmth. The wind gently landed soft kisses on my skin, I looked around me with what felt like fresh eyes, I saw in nature all the hues and shades that black women come in and I was like we are human representations of Mother Earth, pure divine source energy. That revelation was paradigm-shattering. Every deep, cringy insecurity and limiting belief I was systemically spoon-fed, every moment of not feeling socially accepted or acceptable, not feeling liked or desired or beautiful was shattered and then drained from my entire being.
Black women, you are cut directly from Mother Nature's power and energy. You are reflected in Her beauty and colors. You are the consistent example of Her resolve, Her resilience, Her power, Her grace, Her strength, Her wisdom, Her love, Her ability to heal, provide, and nurture, no matter what comes for Her or to Her.
Black women, like Her, we deserve rest as She rests. We deserve restoration as She restores, and revives herself, rinse and repeat over and over and over again, regardless of who attempts to destroy Her, cut Her down, trick Her, abuse Her, manipulate Her, control Her, bend Her for their will, use Her power. We always make a way. We always survive with the same resolve as we have had for centuries. We literally CAN’T be beaten.
This is without effort because it is who we are, it is happening by way of us existing in this human form. We are tired because we bought into this absurd belief that we have to prove ourselves to anyone/prove to everyone our greatness. We do NOT owe them ANYTHING! Their gift is our existence PERIOD! Their gift is our very existence.
To be a black woman is to discover and then rediscover you are a gift to this world and that the world is fortunate to have the unwavering resolve of the black woman to maintain the dignity and integrity of humanity and that takes no additional effort on our part.
To be a black woman is to understand that the definition of Queen
is synonymous with the black woman. We don’t need a pedestal because we are the pedestal, the crown,
and everything in between.
To be a black woman right now is a feeling of pure unconditional love and respect for yourself and honoring all the layers of you as you find your way back to knowing that we are THE EXAMPLE. We are the change we want to see in the world innately. Black girl magic is not just a trope it is an unbreakable rope that is passed from generation to generation giving us access to a well of power when we are sure we have nothing else left to draw from.
I thought I was going to be filled with an unequivocal rage or sickening feeling when I laid eyes on the poll results by gender and race, but I was not, I was met with an overwhelming sense of relief, pride, and eternal abundant joy that I get to look in the mirror and look down at my skin and see blackness staring back at me.
No one will EVER manipulate me into playing small again! I hope eventually black women in your divine timing that you come to the same conclusion.
With Love,
The Original Baddie
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