I pledge to Black girl liberation.
I ask who I am when the world keeps trying to define me first — by my name,
by my Blackness,
before I even get the chance to define myself.
I am more than a color,
more than a name
more than a box on the first form I shall fill.
They see my race before my face,
my skin before my story,
my struggle before my glory.
They do not know the history I carry
or the women whose shoulders I stand on.
So I pledge allegiance to my beautiful Black sisters —
the ones I find community in,
the ones who remind me I never have to shrink to fit in.
The ones who laugh with me
cry with me,
and stand beside me when the world tries to divide me.
I pledge to our softness,
our culture,
our power,
our joy.
To every Black girl still learning her worth in a world that makes her question it.
Liberation isn’t just breaking a chain —
it’s knowing my history and still choosing my name.
It’s knowing I am worthy without needing permission.
So I pledge to our voices, our stories, our freedom, our vision.
And if the world asks,
“Who are you?”
I’ll answer: I am Black.
I am beautiful. I am history. I am culture.
I am every Black girl who came before me
and every Black girl still becoming after me
And I will not apologize for taking up space in a world never built to make room for my face.
