Painted upon her empty canvas Used me to get her advances. I was lost she made me feel found She was distressed but I made her sound. We were going through the motions But I guess I’ll toss my love to the ocean: Ancestors, ancestors hear my plea Please send a woman who’ll love me.
The radiance and infamous power of black women has existed long before a term was coined for it. The phrase Black Girl Magic just confirmed the power we already knew was within us. It’s more than just a phrase or a hashtag, it’s a way of life. Black women have always been strong and resilient,… Continue reading The Essence of Black Girl Magic
Because if I fail, no one knows me here She said as she explained her urge to leave this soil filled with our ancestors The commodified ones It would probably hurt less too Her leaving Wherever she went would hurt less than here The moans under her feet would no longer sound familiar The branches… Continue reading If No One Knew Me