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BLACK GIRL



What if she knew that her black skin is golden, then she will appreciate her complexion and build walls of hope that her beauty is in her mindset and her self confidence, and that the black girl draws hope and strength from her weaknesses.

The Black girl exist as a perfect image created by God, what if a black girl knows that are purpose comes with earthly treasures and an expected end.

How I wish the black girl knows that she is a perfect image in the eye 👀 of God, because she is beautiful and wonderfully created and her soul knoweth right.

Black girl why place a burden on your skin because majority of people speak condemnable words about the black skinned color such as dark skinned black, color girl etc, and for this, I thought 💭 my skin was off my identity.

A black girl was created for a purpose and God formed in her nostrils and I tell you black girl if you can breathe then you have succeeded, remember the scripture says, a living dog is better than a dead lion.

What if a black girl appreciates her colour because black is golden, it hold storms, rain and sunshine.

What if a black girl knows that her rubbies are hidden in the sand, and the black girl history recorded her as a great color to African.

Black girls should know that life is not by colour but by what we make out of it, then there will be no outstanding.

Rosa Parks who refused to leave her sit for a white passenger on a segregated bus in Montgomery, Alabama, which eventually led to the law against segregation in buses in the USA, she was black and she succeeded. What about Helen Johnson Sirleaf who became the first Black Female President in History and celebrated world wide. Time will not permit me to mention more black heroine except for Marjorie Joyner a beauty saloon owner who changed the game of hair styling when she invented the permanent wave machine, considering all of these; what if a black girl know that the precious worth of her 👑 crown (her black natural hair) is unique.

What if a black girl revalue her colour because is one of a shade and it glows like diamonds.

A black girl knows that change is possible in the greatest part of her mental attitude that lies within her heart.

What if a black girl knows that that there is no such thing as racism in the eyes 👀 of her creator then she won't enslave her colour.
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