Saw something like this in my feed and thought I’d ask, y’all. I’ll also answer.
Being Black and a Black women is hard. Nonetheless I am Black and proud. I grew up in a place where everyone was Black except maybe a few of my teachers and two school mates. Because of this, I didn’t feel an exception-instead being Black was the norm. I imagine others around me felt the same because Blackness and having pride in it wasn’t something that was discussed.
That all changed when I entered 6th grade and met my teacher Ms. High. She’d walk around in African prints and shout black is beautiful as we repeated after her walking through the halls. Ms. High taught us of Ghana, Songhai and Mali’s good, salt and ivory trade. I’d never heard of these places or of anything being traded from Africa beside Black bodies for slavery. Because of her I found beauty in myself, pride in my culture and birthed a connection to Africa that I never had before. 🖤