Is there someone in your life you who could use a reminder about how strong/creative/blessed they are? If you are a Black woman reading this, what are you speaking over yourself this morning, Queen?
Here’s a poem I wrote years ago to speak over myself when I needed an extra bit of encouragement. My only request:
If you share this at all, share it with a Black woman—first.
Look in the mirror and repeat:
You are beautiful. You are Black. You are woman. Divinely created to bring peace to a world of chaos; perfectly molded to solve any problem with your intelligent mind. Go forth and give rise to the day you wish to experience.
—Sincerely, Tyra 🖤