Black History Month is a chance to shout from the rooftops
that I am proud of my Black identity.
I’m proud of my culture.
I celebrate my community.

Being Black in America is so much more than just pain,
enduring injustice and long suffering.

That is a part of our story,
but it’s not the whole story.

I choose to spread light.
I choose to encourage.
I choose to find joy.

Because Black joy is a form of resistance.

Journal Prompt:

How can I use my time, my energy, or my money to support and amplify a Black owned business, artist, or content creator?

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