{Originally Posted with Houston Moms' Blog}

As a teacher, I often try to find innovative ways to make sure my students are embracing their culture. Maybe it’s because I consider myself a writer, but I always go back to writing–specifically poetry. I remember the first time I stood up and shared poetry. My knees were trembling, my hands were quaking–but my voice stayed strong. There is something special about sharing your story through words and finding a way to captivate an audience allows you to release and renew yourself. I remember someone telling me as a black woman, I was doubly cursed-but I have rejected that by walking boldly into every challenge and supporting EVERYONE {with God’s strength} around me so they can do the same. So in the spirit of Love and the beauty of African American History, I’d like to share my voice with you::

Ashes rise, beauty falls Love remains through it all So in this month of celebration, Amidst all of the hesitation I boldly state my adoration for the beauty that lies within and beyond my skin.

For I am clothed with strength and strength and dignity So I speak like I’m Oprah Winfrey My feet are blessed with grace, so I stand so grand like Misty Copeland My magic spreads through all space beyond every generation, so I fly like Jameson and rise like Maya so my words will not expire as I march like Coretta and acquire success like Nupita while rockin’ a dress that inspires like Obama and yes I am a mama of a boy who will grow up with joy in who he is because of He who created him to look like that peanut butter chocolate cinnamon skin blessed to be one of the greatest of men

So whether my hair is locked, twisted, or straight I remain unhinged with the ability of fertility that give birth to sons and daughters and raised them so they will not falter and this race– we will continue to win.