Through My Lens, A Black Girl's Magic

Black Girl Magic or A Black Girl’s Magic, I believe I prefer the latter version.
I first encountered this phrase a few years ago. Language tossed about by a younger generation that occasionally stuck in my head. The new colloquial speak.

I came across it again in an excerpt from a book written in 1999 by Author, Joan Morgan in which she writes “urging me to recapture the feminine and discover the fierceness of a Black Girl’s Magic…” 

Suffice it to say, I love this language. I think of my Mother and then, my Wife - both the epitome of A Black Girl’s Magic. I think of my Daughter, infused with their strength. I think of Harriet and Angela and Ella and Michelle… and if you need last names here, perhaps you should be reading something else.

Pilsen No.1 | Outside the Home for Wayward Ballerinas

Pilsen No.1 | Outside the Home for Wayward Ballerinas

left: ballerina at the door right: solo ballerina on halsted street

left: ballerina at the door
right: solo ballerina on halsted street

Left: doorway filled with a black girl's magic right: the red queen

Left: doorway filled with a black girl's magic
right: the red queen

Ballerinas and the Blue Chicana (Mural Artist: OverUnder)

Ballerinas and the Blue Chicana (Mural Artist: OverUnder)

The Ballerina garden

The Ballerina garden

a stranger in the ballerina garden

a stranger in the ballerina garden

the water dance at crown fountain

the water dance at crown fountain

left: the ballerina and Jaume plensa right: reflections of a black girl's magic

left: the ballerina and Jaume plensa
right: reflections of a black girl's magic