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How To Be A Black Girl

This is for the Black girl who’s tired of shrinking…I wrote this book for the woman who’s still healing.

The woman who’s been carrying strength for so long, she forgot softness was her birthright.The one who’s learning to trust her voice, her timing, and her power even when the world told her she needed to be more, or less, or anything but herself.✨

My new ebook is here: How to Be a Black GirlA 10-step soul guide to self-discovery, healing, and walking boldly in who you really are.Inside, you’ll find:Personal stories from my own journeyConfidence shiftsSpiritual healingAffirmations that speak life into youAnd real talk — no fluff, no filter

If you’ve ever questioned your beauty, your timeline, your worth, or your purpose…This is for you.

You can download it now. And start reclaiming all of you.

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A Poem of Friendship by Nikki Giovanni

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We are not lovers
because of the love
we make
but the love
we have
We are not friends
because of the laughs
we spend
but the tears
we save

I don’t want to be near you
for the thoughts we share
but the words we never have
to speak
I will never miss you
because of what we do
but what we are
together

In Loving Memory of Nikki Giovanni

June 7 1943-December 9 2024

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What If- By Dolisha DeVonne

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Never been the best at lucid expression,

So, I’ve developed this writing obsession,

Hoping you understand the love within,

The cursive strokes of my pen,

Yet I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t know,

In face to face encounters, I’d never show,

Hiding, because I’ve never dare told,

These hidden gems of my soul,

But I wish I were Bold.

Confident.

Sure.

I’d wish for one moment,

A one-on-one to explore.

No more hiding behind rhythmic lines,

No poetic jive,

No unintelligible babble, of nothing that matters.

But to say and be real,

In all sincerity how I feel,

And not one word will I forget,

And when I’m done, no regrets.

But I’ve been terrible from the start,

In separating my mind from my heart,

The only thing that would make me remotely brave,

Was if you agreed to meet me half way,

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My Reflection

By: Dolisha DeVonne

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Doors I thought were closed, turn out to have had small cracks and creeks 
Sometimes issues I thought were done, come back to haunt me, 
Since I am a survivor at best, I’ve learned to take heed to all signs & warnings, 
And only wise fools ignore advice for growing

But to start will mean finally confessing what I work to conceal, 
Revealing myself to myself, acknowledging what I feel, 
Organizing my thoughts from, “this is not right” to “fuck it, this how I feel”
Peeling back my pieces, 
Being okay with what I reveal. 

Losing pieces of my heart, taught me time was not for bargain, 
How long will being delirious, keep my heart darken?
So I’m talking. 

To God,
To Myself. 

Not caring for fake validation, impressions, hand claps, and recognition
Just so I can close my eyes at night,
In peaceful rendition 

So let’s talk, 
Reflection to Face. What makes me scared? What hardships I face?
What makes me cry?
Fight with all ambition?
Let’s look at ME…
FINALLY…
Let’s create some self-discipline

Even when being vulnerable is a misunderstood ideology
And that “try to save everyone” mentality has to die inside me
Cause then, what energy would I have left over to save myself? 
Constantly reaching out my hand for someone to grab it, and no one’s left. 

So excuse me,
Pardon.
As dotingly seclude myself,
And finally introduce Dolisha to herself.