Black Love
I love being black and I especially love my Nigerian heritage it’s what makes me who i am.
I love the swing in black hips, the jaunt in the black walk, the confidence in black bodies.
I love the assurance in black words, The care in black grandmothers, The sense of spirit in black churches.
I love the joy in black smiles, The unspoken language between all black people, and the humor in a black laugh.
I love these things because they’re me and they’re what make up the things around me, they make me feel like I belong, and what I’m fighting for is a fight worth fighting.
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