To She Who Carries The World
She holds the world in her hands and still manages to lift everyone else around her.
This is for the Black woman—the cornerstone, the nurturer, the fighter, the healer. The one who has been overlooked, underestimated, oversexualized, and overworked. The one who has been the backbone of families, movements, nations, and faith, yet rarely receives her due.
You are not an accessory to the story. You are the story.
Bone of Royal Bone
From Eve to Sarah, from Miriam to Ruth, from Queen Nzinga to Harriet Tubman to your grandmother—the Black woman has always been central. Whether she was giving birth to nations or tearing down strongholds, she has carried the sacred with grace.
She is more than strength. She is wisdom, softness, creativity, and resilience all braided together. She is made from royal dust, kissed by the sun, and blessed with the ability to birth generations while breaking chains.
She is not a trend. She is the blueprint.
Strong, But Not Invincible
The world loves to praise the "Strong Black Woman" while simultaneously refusing to protect her. That label has become a double-edged sword—used to justify ignoring her pain, her mental health, her rest.
Being strong should not mean being silent. Being dependable should not mean being disposable.
Let her weep. Let her be vulnerable. Let her heal. And most importantly, let her be heard.
Her Image Is Not Yours to Define
They stole her features, commodified her curves, mocked her hair, and still dared to call her unprofessional. Her body has been a battlefield—fought over, regulated, criticized, and desired.
But the Black woman is not yours to define. Not yours to imitate. Not yours to tame.
From natural coils to locs to protective styles, from high fashion to hood royalty, she is not just beautiful—she is culture itself. She is divine design in motion.
Loyalty with No Apology
She prays for her people even when they don't pray for her. She fights for her children, her partners, her communities. Even when she's tired. Even when she's hurting.
She shows up. She stays. She gives.
But it's time we give back.
Not just with flowers. With protection. With respect. With platforms. With policies. With love.
To She Who Carries the World
You are not invisible. You are not too loud. You are not too angry. You are not too much.
You are everything they pretend not to see. You are everything they try to replicate. You are everything this world needed and never deserved.
Thank you for carrying us.
Now let us carry you.
Some dedications are written for a people... but this one? This one was always meant for a person.
You. Still my favorite chapter. Still the Queen I see in every crown I write about.
You carried more than weight—you carried me and in ways I never fully knew how to thank you for.
This is for you, too.
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