Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

One of the surest ways to kill black joy is to never see black women smile. 

Last week, my team and I had the privilege of birthing new forms of joy within black women. 

Ours wasn’t the come and learn kind of joy. It wasn’t even the come and talk kind of joy. 

It was instead the kind that nurtured black women. The kind that saw them from their hair follicles to the toes on their feet. The kind that nursed their bodies with beauty. They kind that watched them smile from the depths of their soul. 

When we give black women the space to thrive, when we allow them to thrive their way, we birth nations. My team and I are forever committed to seeing black women thrive. The journey will be slow, will be meandering, will be hard, but will be committed, will be full of grace, will be in gratitude to all people, everyone who makes spaces for black women to bask in joy. Keep this.