A Prayer for Black Women In This Week and This Lifetime
A poem and prayer for Black women in this week, this year, this lifetime, and beyond.
This poem is a mantra for us to return to in those moments when we need to be reminded of our divinity.
I pray that the weights on Black women’s plates are lightened.
That instead, our cups are filled to the brim with all of the joy and peace that our mere existence deserves.
I pray that our arms raise music of our own hips, the metronome of our feet, the scores of our hums.
That our laughs and snaps fuel the drumming of our hearts.
I pray that we feel no need for the validation of those who are not our own.
That we are constantly reminded of the prophetic nature of our own minds.
I pray that we Black women feel at home in our own celebrations of our majesty.
That the love we offer ourselves and the world is shone back onto us by the sun and the moon, and poured back into us by the hands we hold.
I pray that Black women, in this week and in this lifetime, grant ourselves permission to settle into our own expansiveness.
That we bestow upon ourselves the key that only we have held through time.
I pray most of all that we find peace in our breath. And power in our declarations.
