No, black is pain, powerful pain, beauty is normal, a concept of society.
Black is powerful
It is not the colour of our skin
It is our history, our future
Black is who we are
Black women can’t you see, we were made to be strong.
Our ancestors fought for us to be here.
The blood she spilled, the tears she cried, so we could be alive and free.
Free with her blood and tears imprinted on us, so we can celebrate who we are
Our skin, the darker the better, our hair thick and strong defying gravity, like how we defied society.
Black women can you hear me? Be strong in your skin and embrace your history, your identity.
So tell society, “ I am not just beautiful, my hair is not just beautiful, my eyes, skin and body is not just
beautiful; I am powerful and I will never settle for just beautiful”
Let you hair free, yes your hair, when will we stop embracing European ideologies of beauty? Make your
own rules. Respect yourselves, you are not inferior, you never were
They were afraid of what you would become, strong and powerful, intelligent, dominating everything
They were afraid of what you would become
They knew you would be strong.
Close your legs and open your mind,
Stop crying and start trying.
We are powerful, a gem of creation.
We are free to be who we are
Accept who you are.
We are black women, strong and proud.
Created from pain and pressure, diamonds.
We are powerful beyond measure.
Black women can you hear me?
You are a diamond, a black shiny diamond.
By Naggai Powell