“The most disrespected person in America is the Black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the Black woman. The most neglected person in America is the Black woman.”—Malcolm X
February was difficult and I had some dreary and disheartening days, but I decided to proceed with purpose anyway. In my search for daily subjects I was reminded of some of the ugliness of the past that is mirrored in the present. I had to remember, though, to count my blessings. I needed to feel what I felt in each moment, let the moments pass, and not let any setbacks define, reprogram, nor redirect me.
I am grateful there are powerful, current-day movements of Black Women and our allies uniting to promote self-care, spiritual awareness, healing, growth, and all the groovy things that align us with having a more stable human experience. We all deserve the opportunity to thrive and attain peace, happiness, and security. I am proud to be surrounded by a community of loving women of various races and ages that are supportive, truthful, and wise.
I hope you join me beginning tomorrow for day one of Women’s History Month.