After reading some articles about black women for a course in college, my eyes were opened to something that I had never fully considered: I am a black women. It seemed like with this realization came a burden. A burden that I carry regardless of choice. The first question I asked myself was what does it mean, for me specifically, to be a black women? The second question was what do I do with what I know?
Working with young black girls in Mama Africana made sense. I joined MA to be the mentor I wish I had growing up. I want unity in sharing their burden.