Tis the season to shout out love to melanated black women, or whatever name you identify and define yourself with. All women no doubt, make everything in this life (judgements, sisterhood, sufferings and loss, vision, purpose, activism, and understanding), taste right. It tastes really good within the realms of true sista-hood. They make everything in life easier to digest. But I am specifically dedicating this to the Black Women. Thanks, Yahweh, for the real sisterhood that is out there, loving, hugging, supporting, praying and making memories in the air because they genuinely do care.
In the beginning, the Lord made Sancti-Fly Black Women to give you a reason to smile, embrace your confidence, and slay in melanated blissful ways. Who else but you (black women rocking) can take a scarf and leave a brand-new mark of compliments? Black women were always meant to leave their scents with their African prints of pride, laced in luxury and breath-taking melanated harmony.
How fitting is her melanin to magically rock in between black history before and after February. Black Women are the 365, day queens. She expensively blends her creative signature with other Black Women when the lack of diversity in all schools and universities are missing, but not the wonder of their black thunder.
The Black Woman walks into the room and all droplets of hate has to vacate.
When a brown skin girl joins forces with black girls rocking, people are amazed, like in a daze. Black Women put their hands on their hips to let the sophistication of their sparkling energy backbone slip into some eye-catching magic that just elevated the atmosphere. You can't touch this prayed up covenant.
Others can't even describe a Black Woman's vibe cuz they're not from the same dimensions or our tribe but some respect the differences.
In the beginning, the Lord made Sancti-Fly Black Women to give you a reason to smile, embrace your confidence, and slay in melanated blissful ways. Who else but you (black women rocking) can take a scarf and leave a brand-new mark of compliments? Black women were always meant to leave their scents with their African prints of pride, laced in luxury and breath-taking melanated harmony.
How fitting is her melanin to magically rock in between black history before and after February. Black Women are the 365, day queens. She expensively blends her creative signature with other Black Women when the lack of diversity in all schools and universities are missing, but not the wonder of their black thunder.
The Black Woman walks into the room and all droplets of hate has to vacate.
When a brown skin girl joins forces with black girls rocking, people are amazed, like in a daze. Black Women put their hands on their hips to let the sophistication of their sparkling energy backbone slip into some eye-catching magic that just elevated the atmosphere. You can't touch this prayed up covenant.
Others can't even describe a Black Woman's vibe cuz they're not from the same dimensions or our tribe but some respect the differences.
They are queens of civilization. This knowledge is the true history of all nations.
