Black Girl Magic

It’s easy to forget that I’m magical.

Trying to blend in; afraid to be different

Trying to force the things that make me

amazing into a box that I can lock up

and throw away the key

But it didn’t work.

It doesn’t work.

My magic is a force

pulsing

flowing through me

even when I don’t want it to

because I’m worried about being

different…

But I AM different.

When you see me,

you see my ordinary brown face

and the freckles sprinkled like glitter across my cheeks

And, for a second, you forget that I possess

a magic that both tantalizes and infuriates

those around me

It makes my hair defy gravity

makes my hips dip and sway

even in the absence of music

It keeps me floating and

commands that all eyes find me

every time I walk into a room

The magic course through my veins

thumping in time to the beat of my heart

giving my skin that golden glow that so many

attempt to imitate but

consistently fail to achieve

I am a magical Black girl.

I hold the key, the talent, the intelligence

Black girl magic is ME.