To my sisters that rock cornrows, afro puffs, and pixie cuts
Whether you’re slanging that 30 inches or rip the tides with your waves
No matter the color or texture, hair is expression to my black queens
This message is for you to love your beauty, soul, and brains
From vibrant expression to every shade of melanated complexion
Our skin goes beyond the limitations of basic brand foundations
They can’t handle our reds and golds with cool and warm tones
Constant division by our skin to the point where shades stand alone
Look to your left and right you, I, WE are not somebody’s fetish
We, together, are strong, powerful, free, and magical beings
Forerunners of history securing bags and making money moves
Admonished for independence because folks lack to see how it’s freeing
But where would we be if we worried about someone’s approval
These next words are for my black queens that are hurting
The snake of depression is lying to you as he wraps you in anxiety
He wants to silence your voice but homegirl do not let him
In the eyes that others see as empty, I see the hope of a sparkling entity
There is an illuminated glow around you that should never go dim
You have love, you have power, you have magic!
Embrace the powerful you the Everlasting God bless you to be
As sisters we must stand together side by side supporting another
So at the top of your lungs shout that yaass queen or that gooo bestieee
Cause as one we are stronger and better when we’re together
You are, I am, We are magic!
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