I read my first Toni Morrison novel at the age of 13. It was her novel “Bluest Eyes” to be exact. Prior to reading this book, I had no idea that my experience(s) growing up as brown girl was that shared amongst millions of little brown girls. Ms. Morrison taught me that we are one.

In high school and college I began reading Maya Angelou, Zora Neale Hurston, Alice Walker, Nikki Giovanni, Bell Hooks, Patricia Hill Collins, and more. I fell in love.

I have searched high and low for words that could, at the very lease, express an inkling of my appreciation for these glorious Queens. They helped me discover my voice. They increase my own power, they motivate me, they are my cheerleaders when no one is looking.

I write for them and for all the other little girls (young and old) whose experiences are invalidated by a society and culture that fail to see our immense beauty and worth.

I dedicate this to my own journey, my own spiral-shaped healing process.
I dedicate this to collective healing.

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