When was the last time you were told you were beautiful?
Did you smile when you heard it?
Or did you shy away, uncomfortable with the unwanted attention.
Did you believe them?
Because I didn’t.
And sometimes I wonder if I do now
Because how am I supposed to believe
What you say you see
When my vision of me
Just ain’t 20/20.
Understand that I am not looking for pity,
I just want to talk.
I want to talk about you.
I want to listen to your hopes
And watch you turn them into truths,
Hear your passion
And witness your work.
I want to learn of your fears and say
“Black girl, I know, me too,”
And look you in your eyes until you know I mean it.
I want to share your story
Because it is mine too.
Cry when you cry,
And laugh when we’re done.
I want to be your shoulder,
My dear black girl,
Your leaning post.
I want to push you to excellence
And be your cheerleader on the way there.
I want to challenge your beliefs on
And listen as you defend your stance.
I want to be your mirror
And not only show you your flaws and imperfections,
I want to show you your glory
And help you scream your integrity.
There is nothing wrong with feeling,
And I want to help you feel
Completely, not caring about the stigma.
You are the best parts of this earth,
And you and I together, we will show them
That beauty is not a prototype,
And hiding yours is not a prescription for their fear.
Dear Black Girl,
Be ye not afraid of the terror by night
Nor the arrow by day.
You do not face them alone.
I am with you,
And I’m not the only one.
Dear Black Girl,
I will not tell you to wipe your tears.
You deserve to feel them fall
And the earth needs your essence.
Remember to fall in love with you
Because I have,
And even when my glasses are dirty
You remind me
Of what beauty is supposed to be.