“We call it #blackgirlmagic when a black woman makes a feast from the scraps. When she sings the morning after the murder. When she obliterates every obstacle in her path. When she forgives the perpetrator. When she tenderly wraps up the anguish and sorrow of others. When she turns her guts into glory. When she paints with her blood and sweat and tears. When she still shows up. Still beats the odds. Still loves”. Miyah Byrd

When BlackGirlMagic Miracles Don’t Happen…

A Community of Trees Whose Roots Intermingle, Nourish and Support