Dear Little Black Girl…

I remember a wounded girl who didn’t know her worth. One who was filled with anger because she was victimized and society said her circumstances would lead to destruction.

I wipe her tears daily then straighten her up and fight for her and others like her. I fight for my daughter because even though her circumstances are different, society is trying to sell her and the world the same lies.

When I stare in the mirror, I smile at the little wounded girl, as the educated, hardworking masterpiece that we became. We are proud of her. Together, we rejoice because we grew into a woman who made choices that allowed her to love herself and others. Choices that lead to her understanding her worth. She was given wisdom and strength and chose to speak when others are silent.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I thought as a child and lived as a child. But when I became a woman, I put those childish ways behind me. I praise God that His plan for my life was to show the world that it lied on me and to me. I believed the lies for many years but those days are gone. I am a living testimony to show my daughter and other little girls, especially the wounded girls, that if I was able to turn out alright, they can too. Our circumstances do not determine our future, our choices do.

May the God’s peace and grace be with you as you keep pressing forward.




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