“Today, I ask you to honor all Black women who chose to grace this planet with their love, tenderness, vulnerability, and pain.
A Black woman’s power to create change wherever she goes is magical and sublime.
Her innocence is often destroyed by those who resent her compelling truths.
That even her angels struggle to protect her from harm.
To make her smile is to discover your pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
Treat her with the respect and reverence she deserves.
Yes, Black women do crack.
It is her destiny. But, unlike how people perceive her, she is like soft Egyptian cotton.
So desired that an entire people were stolen and enslaved to unlock her beauty from its sharp protective pod.
At her resilience, your awe has often led to her doom.
And, if you were fated to be born a Black woman, know that your majesty is etched into the essence of every crystal and every stone scattered across the universe.”
Asata