as little black girls set their eyes on new horizons, our ancestors are beaming.
this piece was such a joy to make. it brought up memories of the fall before i graduated from Hopkins when my grandma came to visit. she is the kind of woman who’s poise proceeds her, dressed to the nines with a smile that’d light up broadway. as she glided through campus, young men eagerly opened doors for her like royalty. we found a cozy spot in the big windows of a cafe on campus and she told me about her life when she was my age. in that moment i felt the weight of what it meant to be there, to bring my ancestors with me in pursuit of big ideas.
with this piece, i got to imagine what new horizons i’ll see in my later years because of those who come after me. what a beautiful cycle when little black girls dream.
this piece was such a joy to make. it brought up memories of the fall before i graduated from Hopkins when my grandma came to visit. she is the kind of woman who’s poise proceeds her, dressed to the nines with a smile that’d light up broadway. as she glided through campus, young men eagerly opened doors for her like royalty. we found a cozy spot in the big windows of a cafe on campus and she told me about her life when she was my age. in that moment i felt the weight of what it meant to be there, to bring my ancestors with me in pursuit of big ideas.
with this piece, i got to imagine what new horizons i’ll see in my later years because of those who come after me. what a beautiful cycle when little black girls dream.
