I am a Black, Woman. Always Black, Always Woman. My strength has always been in question, although it has never been questionable. I am lead by the spirit that created me and by that same spirit I will die a Black Woman. I make no apologies for who I am and what I believe. My identity is defined by only the God who created me.
I was born from the ashes of injustice from which I created smoke that sustainable the mouths of those who enslaved me, and I became their master. Laying the foundation of the world around us, bringing my blackness and my womanism into scope, as a tapestry of the veracity of man.
I am woman, who creates life. I am black, who created the pathway of the existence of life. The queendom in which I live has no parallels and rises and falls by only a whisper. I am not in competition, nor do I have any competitors. I own the road in which I walk and the road I walk was meant only for me.
I cannot walk the road that you were meant to walk. The road you walk is only meant for you. I know who I am. But what is it that defines you? What brings life into your bones? You were created to innovate and you have no competitors around you. I have told you who I am. Now, the question is, who are you?
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