Welcome Holy Black Girls!

“Can you drop it low…” Before my homegirl could even put a question mark on that sentence Baby Girl was in a full split as if to say, “you mean drop it low like this?” or “while you’re talking about it I’m going to be about it.”  This scene from Black girl genius week South Carolina 2019 came back to me this week as I’m still returning to the question, “what do you want?” I want to be so sure of myself that I do the thing I know to do before it is asked of me. I want to trust that my body will do the thing I want and ask it to do. I want to always see myself like we all saw Baby Girl that night.  Black girlhood teaches us so much, if we let it. In that moment of Baby Girl’s completion of my homegirl’s sentence I was so proud, particularly because she is being raised like we all hope to me…free without limitation. I think for many of us Black girls we remember when our bodies did as Baby Girl’s. When you were the secret weapon at the family function and your fam...

I’ve come to terms in my thirtieth year of life that I have difficulty with transitions. Perhaps, I have always been this way. My grandmother would tell the story of how restless I was as a fourteen-month old ​Porshé. I seemed to always be in conflict and wrestling with supernatural powers. She would pray over me and that spirit would be settled. I need(ed) to remember those prayers for now. Ask one of my closest confidants, Jessica, and she will tell you that I am a step beyond dramatic. She’s right. While 2018 was the best year of my life it was a fight. A fight mainly with myself that I realize was partly due to my own resistance to fall into the very things that I believe and still believe. I literally have been on the floor in turmoil over my current state and existence, but somebodies were/are praying for me. The first week in March 2019 we kicked off this year’s series of Black Girl Genius Week 2019. Black Girl Genius Week is our public campaign of being and creating ...