To me when I see #blackgirlmagic I think of all of the immeasurable ways that my mother, my aunts, my cousins, and best friends have made so much from so little.

How they made magical meals from leftovers, and prayed my soul up with healing and loving words.

How in spite of their own hardships and loss how they still gave me a black boy and now a black man, a safe space full of hope.

Hope in a racist and cruel world that often despised me.

Black girls and Black women magic is real….and I am glad that someone had the genius to hashtag it.

Every time I see it, it reminds me of how blessed and protected I have been.

It gives me hope, not disjuncture and emptiness.