“It’s in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips, the stride of my step, the curl of my lips.   I’m a woman, Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman. That’s me.”

Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou

There is a lot of conversation lately about the strength of a Black Woman. It is argued, since the death of Breonna Taylor, that Black Women are not protected. That we are not valued. Not by our Black Men, not by other Black Women, and certainly not by society at large. It is said that our strength has been forced upon us, that we are not allowed to be fragile, or frightened, or soft. The world has demanded that we be angry and harsh. We’re not allowed to coddle our children, for fear that the world will steal them away through misunderstanding. We’re not allowed to praise our Black Kings, for it might make them too proud and have them cut down. We’re not allowed to mourn our losses publicly, lest the world see us as weak. We are a fantasy, a tragedy, a marketing ploy, a kink. We are belittled, copied, manufactured and ridiculed. We excel in everything we put our hearts, minds and bodies to. And we are cut down at every turn because of our excellence. Black Women carry the hopes and dreams of our race, and the burdens of society on our narrow shoulders, and are still expected to stand tall.

But we’ve got this. We’ve been balancing the weight of nations on our heads since the beginning of time. Cooking your food, nursing your children and working from sunrise to sunrise in order to make ends meet. Sometimes broken, sullied and bereft of all hope, yet, we still find time to care, to celebrate, and cheer on those around us.

To be craved, envied, hated and loved all in the same breath is truly exhausting. The expectations placed upon Black Women would break a weaker vessel. However, they are expectations that I gladly bear. I would not trade my character, my strength or my vulnerabilities for the world. And while you may copy our skin, inflate your breasts, fill out your ass and plump your lips, you’ll never walk with the grace and dignity of the Black Woman. It is born of centuries of anguish, heartache, labor and disaster that no other race could understand.

“Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.   
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.   
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,   
The bend of my hair,   
the palm of my hand,   
The need for my care.   
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.”


  • Mahogany is Wearing:
    • Basket: Head Carry Flower Basket by The Beautiful Beast
    • Hair: No Sun by No Match
    • Piercing: Diamond Nose Stud by Punch
    • Jewelry: Imani Set by PM
    • Bracelets: Carina Bracelets & Rings by Real Evil
    • Rings: Lovers Rings by Minimal
    • Dress: Solana Dress by BDR @ The Sense Event til Oct. 8th
  • Elephants by Mirage

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