To encompass an understanding that My Black Is Beautiful you must acknowledge that I am indeed Black. You must accept that my hair defies gravity. You must approach the truth that Black women are the highest educated group of people. You must consider that the color of my skin does not render a definite ineloquent response. And no I will not be your token Black girl. You must comprehend that my tone does not indicate anger. You must be willing to participate in the interpretation of such perceived anger. You must be willing to have the conversation of centuries of generational traumas not yet addressed. You must face the present day repeating of that traumatic history. You must fathom the versatility of a Black Woman. The only organism who can create any and everything; yet the most underrepresented and unheard group of people. In spite of all oppression, the Black Woman has faced adversity with a smile on her face. Instead of the expected outrage, she is compassionate. She is nurturing. She is magic. I am she. She is I. I am Black Girl Magic. & My Black Is Beautiful Out Loud and on Purpose!
