Fair maiden, comfortable under the starlit sky, as the cold air wraps itself around her beautiful ivory skin, her golden waistband glimmering because of moonkiss, she stands tall and proud in her melanin, her branches reaching higher than the Baobab tree, her roots, reaching deeper than Earth’s first life lessons

They say her kind practices Black magic, the fact that she’s the first to do the impossible, after all, what do close minded people hope to achieve? She was a symbol of a life yearned for, and as she smiled, she revealed white pearls of wisdom, she wore nothing but painful hard lessons disguised as the truth, she was Black girl magic to me

No book in history spoke of her, like I said, she was the first of her kind, forced cosmos to shift, paralysed demons with her gifts, nobody knew her name or when she had aappeared, so they called her black magic, not knowing that she’s Black girl magic, one who made all the difference