They call it the power of black girl magic!

You know, black excellence and perfect melanin. People with sun-kissed skin and just a hint of chocolate that will confirm a swayed mind's expectation of this before "unfamiliar specimen". "

More often than not we can be found getting asked a simple question of 'what?'

What are you mixed with, that is.

It's funny because a beautiful being is what the eye may see but a powerful force is what I tend to be.

It's simple.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, a black queen is what you may call me."

Years ago I was just naive enough to think that we are all no different.

But now, you see now, I am just arrogant enough to say that NO we are not the same!

The difference between you and I is that yes, sometimes tears do drip, my soul gets pierced, scars appear and, practically, I don't always appreciate the beauty that is here. But, at the end of the day I pick up my feet and I lift my head. I look past that mirror's reflection and I see that crown, my crown, is still there and oh so visibly clear.

It took me a while to realize this but sometimes you have to take a step back. In this step, we not only have to look but we need to look long with appreciation to both inner and outer beauty.