There are several reasons for me to love Ebony Magazine: (1) its publisher, Johnson Publishing Company, is the world’s largest African-American-owned and-operated publishing company; (2) it’s headquartered in my hometown, Chicago (10 minutes from where I live, even); and, saving the best for last, (3) as a Black Woman, I recognize all that Ebony has done to raise our collective self-esteem by celebrating our beauty and strength, and advising us of areas to improve.
So, this post is to honor the 65th Anniversary of Ebony Magazine; and also to share this poem with you I just wrote after looking through this month’s edition. It doesn’t have a title.
nappy roots and honey-baked wings.
sequoia roots and transcendent wings.
i am both. i am all.
i am the earthy, big-hipped
sista-gurl who can do like the ant, and carry
ten times its own weight, ’cause i’m just strong like that.
i am also the ephemeral ray of golden light
that warms and heals
just by being unencumbered radiance.