The black woman has got to own her diary. She has gone through shame, spite, neglect and mockery of the color she wears, the colour she didn’t put on herself.
Today, she has come out of her shell and have accepted the black she wears, the black she didn’t put on herself.
She has been given new names like melanin and ebony. She is gradually been accepted by the same world that rejected and mocked at her. She has accepted that her colour brings her attention and delight from her be holders.
Her colour is the delight of the camera lens and the sun. She is beautiful, she is black, she is alluring, she doesn’t fade, she is African and she is natural. She has got to have her own diary.