"From the color of my skin, to the texture of my hair to the length of my strands, to the breath of my smile. To the stride of my gait, to the span of my arms, to the depth of my bosom, to the curve of my hips, to the glow of my skin…My Black is Beautiful. It cannot be denied. It will not be contained. And only I will define it. For when I look in my mirror, my very soul cries out, My Black is Beautiful!"

"From the color of my skin, to the texture of my hair to the length of my strands, to the breath of my smile. To the stride of my gait, to the span of my arms, to the depth of my bosom, to the curve of my hips, to the glow of my skin…My Black is Beautiful. It cannot be denied. It will not be contained. And only I will define it. For when I look in my mirror, my very soul cries out, My Black is Beautiful!"