To the naked eye, this statement is very vague and almost meaningless.
But when I sit and think about all the times when I felt like I wasn’t enough, it is almost as good as being told that I am perfect. I reflect on all those times when I thought I wasn’t smart enough, skinny enough, beautiful enough or even worthy of the attention of people who do not look at me as just skin and bones. I reflect on my three-year-old self who prayed to God for whiter skin because I found the colour of my skin too offensive. I reflect on all the times when I was “too loud” and ” too opinionated” in the presence of my white friends. I reflect on all the times when I hide away bits of myself from certain people because I feared that who I am might offend them. I reflect on all the times I kept my mouth shut because I was just a “pretty little thing”
But today, I come to you in full understanding that I am a queen. I am loud, opinionated and I am definitely not a “slender”. I understand now that my space is sacred and that I shouldn’t allow anyone in it who doesn’t accept me for who I am. I am a black girl who understands that I born of kings & queens, not slaves. I understand now that what you think of me can only affect me if I allow it. I understand now that the colour of my skin is not an offense. So as I struggle to comb my hair,I understand that it is a crown that I should I should wear proudly.
As I write this, I am proud to proclaim that I am a black girl.
As I journey into womanhood, I pray that I never forget who I am, a black girl who is proud.
I pray that I never forget that I am magic. I pray that I never forget that I am enough.
written by Inga Ncetani, iNkosazana