The epitome of beauty and grace, she stood in pink perfection, just beyond my grazing fingers. Her smile was welcoming and confident and her blue eyes and the dusting of rose on her cheeks seemed to further distance her from my reach.
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Without writing stories with us, there won’t be space for us in stories. That’s why stories for black women matter. We can be sheroes too.
Creating and the Sacral Chakra
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