Written by Tiahja Coston
To my beautiful black women:
We are made of brown sugar, spice, gun powder and gold
We have skin that displays the love and devotion of the sun
And eyes that reflect the wisdom and vastness of the universe.
Voices that echo and resound with the power of our mothers, grandmothers, aunts and ancestors.
Hair that flows and changes like water, that reflects every color from honey to black sky.
Wombs covered in diamonds,
Stars, a space that is as vast and infinite.
One that has no end.
Hands that nurture, tantalize, build, and tear down anything or anyone in our way.
You have cried our oceans,
You have screamed our thunder,
Your hips have moved mountains,
Your blood has bled rivers.
You are more than magic.
You are cosmic divinity in action–Gods’/Goddesses’ love for man physically manifested.
Queens of your domain,
Mothers of our children,
Protectors of our race
There is nothing you aren’t.
There is nothing you can’t do.
No matter how ungrateful the world may be, no matter how harsh or ungracious, remember that you are the glue that is keeping it all together.
You are everything.
Let no one tell you different.
Why did Tajha write this poem? She says, “I was inspired me honestly is my love for black women. I’ve been seeing them being bashed on social media for the longest and I really just wanted to remind them how important and beautiful they are. Not only that but how they’re wanted, needed, loved and how they’re more than enough.”
Model in Featured image: @CurvyCampbell on IG