it’s the slapping and clapping sound of your thighs as you dance through the air, through the wind.
the expression of happiness that is an african dance, the artwork you create with your body.
the tribal dance that happens between those sacred places as your flesh meets in the middle the merriest of merry because you are the thickest of thick
orit’s the absence of the sound thereof because contrary to popular belief you don’t have to be thick to be black.
to be black you must be beautiful. Inside. To be black your soul must be thicker than life richer than the richest man.
to be black your soul must be all things, BOTHextreme ends of the spectrum because we, black people are all things.
to be black you must recognize your Africa reconcile with your Africa and represent your Africa.
to be a black WOMAN…
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