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Black (Magic) Woman

Black (Magic) Woman

If I had to sum up what it feels like to be a Black woman, in a word. Longing. Think of every person you’ve ever loved, who’s loved you. Every deep belly laugh; Every bit of everything that’s ever touched you. Its Stardust love. It’s the last of a stolen fire. A beautiful song in a minor key with a moving bass and soft acapella claps. That kind of longing. A deep, soulful vulnerability. Everything, all in the open and behind closed doors all at once. That’s what it is. That’s what it feels like. You’re walking around like that. Carrying that with you all day long. Its both maddening and delightful…for everyone.

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