Melanin, earlier in life, the words black and beautiful were never spoken in one sentence and it was beyond comprehension to attach labels of excellence to darkness. And for a while I fell for that lie and believed wholeheartedly that being black is a bad spell that’s hard to get rid of. I won’t be exaggerating if I said self-love is foreign territory for the majority of our generation, the pre tech revolution folks. Finding information and drawing inspiration wasn’t as instant as the frantic clicks we can now place on our smart gadgets and boom, whatever we are looking for is present in a matter of seconds. Above all, we didn’t have black girls magic, y’all.
Black girls magic is a pillar of stability in a world that has been known to strive on the scars of us, to have few laughs and indulge in a temporary sense of greatness at the expense of tearing black womanhood down, reducing us to nothing but objects that could be mocked and fetishized simultaneously — no hard feelings, though, it’s just the order of the day.
I understand how the phrase black girls magic has become a sort of trail blazer, a threat to an already fragile ecosystem that, once stripped of the tools of white supremacy and endless patriarchy against women of color, will have nothing to show and brag about. That must hurt a big deal! To find out that the only way to stand firm and tall is by climbing on the backs of the less fortunate. It must be torturous, basking in the paleness of your mediocrity while watching others finally thrive and find their footing in a world that kept tripping them over and over again, giving them more reasons to doubt their worth than to hold on to their uniqueness. I see how scared the world is in the face of our loud unapologetic sisterhood that literally gives us millions of reasons to drag our battered tired souls out of bed everyday to keep on fighting for our long-denied rights. We see black women’s joy and beauty and have instant connections just because we have one sacred goal: creating a lasting bond and a legacy for the seeds of tomorrow, a survival guide and a heritage for them to turn to. In their moments of confusion and despair when the world tells them they are unworthy of love and dignity, they would have this movement to refer to.
We didn’t have such luxury growing up. We had to delve so deep before we could find information and inspiration that we could relate to; we were force-fed everything white and had no idols we could relate to until much later in life when everyone tried to search for their own light away from the mainstream whiteness surrounding us.
As is the case with all radical and revolutionary concepts, one of two outcomes are to be expected when it comes to the black girls magic phenomena:
A) some will go nuts and love it with every fiber of their being
B) some will cringe and feel that they can’t swallow the whole thing for more reasons than one
Cool! we will still have this in history; it won’t and can’t be undone, and when we are overwhelmingly tired and feel like giving up,we will have an archive of big moments, accomplishments, and examples of ordinary people just being themselves and loving it. We will have a blueprint and a sort of black feminine gospel from which to draw strength and inspiration and it shall live on forever.
Princess! Your blackness is here to stay, unfazed and unchanged. Love it and take pride in your existence cause for far too long the world tried to dominate you and rate you as null, stripping you of the right to just be YOU!
So YES to say your magic quite fits your soul.
by ~ Ahlam Ali