A letter to black girls (and the women they became):
Dear Black Girl:
You are loved.
You are beautiful.
You matter.
Don’t let this world tell you otherwise.
Your hair is perfect the way that it is,
and if you want to change it, that’s okay, too.
Just know that YOU are in charge of your life and your body.
No one could take what’s yours.
Black girl, you are enough.
You are enough.
You are enough.
You ARE enough.
Don’t shrink, you’re needed here.
You deserve to be in that classroom.
You deserve to be on that stage.
You deserve to be in that meeting.
Fill the spaces you’re in with your greatness.
Don’t let anyone dim your light.
Shine. Shine. Shine.
Black girl, your voice is impeccable.
Your voice needs to be heard.
You’re not “aggressive”, you are passionate.
You have heart.
You care.
You want what’s best.
Black girl, I see you.
I see the weight that you carry.
I see the tears you cry.
I see that you’re hurt.
I see that you’re angry.
Black girl, I know.
I know the love isn’t always reciprocated.
I know they call you names.
I know that they try to silence and dismiss you.
I know that they’ve failed to protect you over and over.
I hear you.
I see you.
I believe you.
Black girl, you are loved.
You are valued.
You are protected.
You are cherished, and your life will always matter.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to this planet.
-From one black girl to another.
