Black Girl Magic

It’s that Black Girl Magic.

You know the kind.

Only embodied within mahogany skin.

My ancestors practiced it.

Now the world sees it.

Not sure how they missed it because it’s always been on display.

Used mainly for good; however, it can be ratchet.

But we stay classy, occasionally bougie and when someone crosses the line that magic can be savage.

We slay every day, overcoming odds standing in our way.  

We celebrate our sisters upward movement in chucks and pearls to protect our feet from the glass ceilings we shatter.

Never forgetting the struggle we arose from nor whose shoulders we stand upon.

We have no need for grimoires or incantations, our magic comes from within.

We were born with this Black Girl Magic.