This Ain’t a Soft Girl Era — It’s a Fuck Y’all Era

To My Black Sisters: We Owe This World Nothing

This is not a rallying cry. This is a sit-your-ass-down call.

Black women — the backbone, the blueprint, the beginning — we’ve carried this world on our backs for generations. Held it together with our sweat, our tears, and our boundless brilliance. We’ve birthed nations, raised communities, healed wounds, fought battles, and stood tall even as this country spit in our faces and stole from our spirits.

Well, not anymore.

I’m not calling for a “soft girl era” — I hate that watered-down term. What I’m calling for is something deeper. Something ancient. Something sacred. I’m calling for rest. For radical, holy, unapologetic self-preservation. I’m calling for selfishness — the kind this world never let us have.

We are no longer saving this world. Let it burn.

White women, white men, and all who’ve benefitted from our struggle — don’t look to us. Don’t ask for our help, don’t whisper in our ears when your house catches fire. We are not showing up for the ones who never showed up for us. We will not fight for the same people who have watched us drown with dry hands.

To every white woman who loved our culture but hated our mothers, to every one of you who laid with our brothers while stepping on our necks — keep our names out of your mouth, and keep our hands out of your problems. We are not your mules.

This is a love letter to Black women. And yes, a call to every woman of color — but especially us.

Read more. Learn a new language. Build your spiritual practice. Pour into your sisters. Support your kinfolk. Dance under the moonlight. Make love to your power. Reclaim your time. Reclaim your joy. Reclaim your damn peace.

Because we owe this world nothing.

We have always been enough. We’ve always been magic. And we are no longer bleeding for a world that wouldn’t even spit on us if we were on fire.

This is the era of us.

I said what the fuck I said.