Many want to put us in a box. Some want us to be sad, angry, and hate ourselves–like them. And who is them? Come on…you know. My sisters are always targeted but none can make us take the bait. We know who we are and where we come from. We strut like the lionesses of the plains and we keep focused on where we are going.
Why do we call ourselves queens? Because Africa was the birthplace of royal mothers who birthed daughters who ruled on the highest thrones around the world.
We are naturally imperial. It’s in our DNA. To command comes natural for we only like being at the top.
I will never apologize for that.
America gave us dirt in our faces. We took that dirt to grow gardens that fed entire communities.
When God was planning my arrival, he could have made me anything. I could have been born in Portugal, Indonesia, Romania, Japan, Brazil, et al, but he chose me to be born in Augusta Georgia, at precisely 10:20 a.m. on July 8th, 19___. Ha. My business, but the point is…not once in my life have I ever looked in the mirror and wished to be someone else. I love my skin, my eyes, my nose, my hair and most importantly; I feel blessed being a Black woman. I feel like I hit 777 in the lottery. The dice keeps rolling 7’s. I keep pulling Aces from the deck. I am a symbol of beauty that can’t be duplicated. I’m in a royal class. Their is joy in my spirit for I know that I was born of love…and I’ve always felt special.
Whether or not anyone accepts me for me, I really don’t care. The most important validation of my existence is self-acceptance. And Lord, I thank you for giving me the gift and honor of being a Black woman. Everyday I walk outside my home; I’m representing former queens, intelligent mothers, proud grandmothers and gifted women who birthed every Black woman there is. My head is held high. My walk is straight and I look forward as each step is precisioned toward my destination.
It is not what I am that matters, but what it means to be that. Being a Black woman means that we are born to be first. Africa birthed the first queens. That regality is deep within me. My spirit soars and I don’t need a throne. Folks see me and automatically are motivated to bestow respect fit for one who was born to be exalted.
I AM A BLACK WOMAN. Proud and free.
Thank you, Lord.
I love who I am and every single day…I fly with my feet firm on the ground, but soar each time I spread my wings like an eagle and glide with a firm wind above the clouds.
Yeah! I always feel like I am the Greatest even when the world tries to tell me I’m not.