'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land,
Black women stood mighty, with dreams in their hands.
Their crowns were adorned with resilience and grace,
Each one a reflection of strength in her space.
The stockings were hung with intentions so pure,
A wish for joy, love, and peace to endure.
For healing, for hope, for dreams to take flight,
For rest and renewal throughout the cold night.
The ancestors whispered, their voices so near,
"Dear Black woman, know that your power is clear.
You carry the stars in the curves of your soul,
Your beauty, your wisdom, they endlessly glow."
So as Christmas bells ring and the season draws near,
May you feel the warmth of your worth crystal clear.
May blessings rain down like snow from above,
Filling your heart with abundance and love.
This Christmas, remember: your light is divine,
Your presence, your essence, forever will shine.
For you are a gift to the world, pure and true—
Merry Christmas, dear sister, this wish is for you.
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