Black women are magic, but not because of something mystical or mysterious. Our power was born and is reborn in the depths of tragedy, the storms of indignity, the strength of our faith and community. Our magic is in direct proportion to the pain we’ve overcome.
Identity is who we are, the way we think about ourselves, the way we are viewed by the world and the characteristics that define us. Elements of our identity are not discovered simultaneously. And for some, searching for identity is challenged by cultural erasure, false narratives and colonization.