A Black Woman’s Dream

My dream has been reoccurring. Since I was young girl. Until I see this dream come to fruition through vision, I will continue to have this dream.

I have a dream for myself, a black woman. I have a dream for my mother, my grandmother, and her mothers before her. I have a dream for their daughters and the daughters of the next generation. I have a dream for other black women and girls. I have a dream of healed wounds between mothers and daughters. Between daughters and fathers. Between sisters. Between sisters and brothers. Between black women and lovers. Within black families, communities, and nations. A dream of freedom. A dream of liberation. A dream of divination. A dream where we all can smile, without being asked to or forced to. A dream that our joy is a priotity. A dream that black mothers can raise children without fearing their safety, or the jeopardy of their well-being. A dream where our opportunities are endless, and can fairly provide a quality Life our children deserve.

I have a dream for more black women to become bosses of our own buisnesses, companies, organizations, and networks. I have a dream for black women to create our own legacies to pass down to our children. I have a dream that black women can create our own cultures that praises our humanity, our art, our knowledge, our ideas, and our beauty. I have a dream where black women are loved fiercely without threat to our sense of security. I have a dream that black women can stand together in solidarity from generation to generation. We can function in open spaces without resistance, fear, or anxiety. I have a dream for black women like me.

I have a dream that black women can be our sister’s keeper without forming cliques. I have a dream that black women can form bonds with our neighbors through trust, support, and understanding. I have a dream where our beauty isn’t for consumer consumption or judgement. Our beauty is valued in all its Glory. I have a dream that our flaws doesn’t reduce our value or worth. I have a dream that our respect isn’t based on conditional standards. I have a dream that our body or appearance isn’t decided on acceptance from society. I have a dream that we have full control over our reproduction without pressure or force. I have a dream that our sexuality centers our pleasure more than an obligation. Without shame.

I have a dream for black daughters to feel safe from harm in their own homes and families. I have a dream that black women and girls can live without fear of molesation or abuse; physical, verbal, or spiritual. I have a dream where black mothers don’t have carry the burden of our families without nurturing, care, or support. I have a dream where black women are fairly compensated for our labor and work. Physical, spiritual, and emotional. I have a dream that black women are safe from harrassment in our homes, our workplaces, and our communities. I have a dream that black women won’t have to beg for reciprocation. I have a dream that black women can Be the example, and not made into one. I have a dream for black women like myself.

I have a dream where black women are only compared to greater versions of herself. Not other black women. Or women from other nations. I have a dream that black women can collaborate without conflict. Our sacred spaces aren’t invaded. I have a dream that black women no longer have to combat sexism, racism, or capitalism daily. I have a dream that our beautiful minds are valued, respected, and praised. A dream that our resistance is seen as preservation and not hatred. I have a dream that black women can fully depend on black men to include our fathers, brothers, lovers, and strangers. I have a dream that black women’s pain and violations breeds justice and not contempt. We are fought for, as much as we fight.

I have a dream that our love can flourish, without being taken for granted. Our healing isn’t a trend, but a priority. I have a dream that black women aren’t silenced, but heard and understood. I have a dream that black women can tell our own stories without discredit or revision. We are understood. Our choices aren’t controlled or dictated. We are cherished. Our Life matters. Our health matters. Our wealth matters. Our Love matters. Our children matters. Our pain matters. Our joy matters. Our concerns matters. Our success matters. Our voices matter. Our hearts matter. We matter. I have a dream for black women like Me.

In my dreams, Black Women are Free.

Art credit: Nicholle Kobi

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