When I told you I was black girl magic
I didn’t realize how you wanted to use me.
To slay demons, exorcise them weekly;
Daily if we are together.
Creating dragons for me to tame,
Requesting miracles to the tune of my name,
Resting morals, worlds, expectations and double standards
On my shoulders
For me to turn into perfection to be adored.
But that’s not what black girl magic is for.
It’s for my love to be …
Too magical to survive without.
Not like a drug, but air.
It’s for my smile to relieve any stress
And my laugh to heal all wounds.
Black girl magic insists that I will grow you,
With you and because of you.
Not in a Wonderland kind of way.
You’ll never ask me to shrink
Or know my place.
My love will always be too… much to contain,
So you swim and fly around surrounded completely.
Instead of forcing it into a pretty little box
To package it neatly.
Recap: no demons, no dragons, no double standards,
No drugs, no shrinking, no boxes to hinder.
My black girl magic is supernatural.
Yet, it’s more love than weapon;
More appreciation than oppression.
That everyday blessing.
Not how much poison and pain I can endure.
I’m done biting bad apples
And drinking the kool-aid.
Me and my black girl magic will be on our way.