This summer I vowed to myself to read some books that will allow me to self-reflect on who I am as an Afro-Latina woman.
One of the books that I read this summer was The Sisters are Alright: Changing the Broken Narrative of Black Women in America.
Before actually digging deep into the chapters, the author Tamara Winfrey Harris puts a preface with a beautiful poem that is for all black women that is inclusive because as we know there isn’t just one image or group of black women. Black women are diverse and beautiful.
I highly recommend this book to everyone because it shows a difference in the community of black women. This book allowed me to be vulnerable, mad, sad, happy and every emotion you can possible think of to be honest with you.
The thoughtfulness of today is for all my black beautiful queens and allies to these queens 👸🏾 to be open and accepting . Praise yourself and others for all they do . Don’t be self centered. There are so many different types of black women out her doing their thing and don’t get acknowledged for it.
To all my queens I dedicated this post to you 💕
I love black women.
I love the Baptist church mothers in white.
I love the YouTube twerkers.
I love the sisters with Ivy League degrees and the ones with GEDs.
I love the big mamas, ma’dears, and aunties.
I love the loc-wearing sisters who smell like shea butter.
I love the ladies of the “Divine Nine.”
I love the “bad bitches” in designer pumps and premium lacefronts.
I love the girls who jumped double Dutch and played hopscotch.
I love the Nam-myoho-renge-kyo chanters, the seekers, and the atheists.
I love the awkward black girls and the quirky black girls and the black girls who listen to punk.
I love the “standing at the bus stop, sucking on a lollipop” ’round the way girls.
Black womanhood—with its unique histories and experiences—marks its possessors as something special.
I love black women, and I want the world to love black women, too.
Entry : Tanaya