To the Black Women. Thank you is not Enough.

A personal thank you. 

What is scarier than trying to understand a dyslexic person, rushing a deadline for a short written piece they promised to complete by "mid-October"? Well, here we are, so let's get on our way.

October in England was Black History Month. Everyone reading this knows about Black History Month and has probably seen over the years different organizations loudly celebrate their diversity and more.

I'm here to express my gratitude, and that would be a heartfelt thank you to the black women who have fought, legislated, argued, campaigned, liberated, created, supported, and many more.

While I could write my thanks to the famous or *well-known individuals (well-known would be a stretch when talking about impactful black women in history whose work was not acknowledged, and I am by no means omitting them now), I have chosen to express my gratitude closer to home.


Thanks to my mother, who was more than a rock and whose presence is missed with every breath I take. Thanks to my aunties, cousins, and grandparents, who have shaped me into the person I am today.

I have always been surrounded by strong black women, and I don't believe that saying thanks is enough.

It was a short message, and I wonder why I didn't finish it sooner. But life gets in the way, yet not long enough to prevent me from saying thanks and acknowledging that I have always been in their debt for their advice, support, and more throughout my life.

My suggestion to you, beautiful reader, would be to find the personal role models in your life and say thanks to them, extra points if they are black women, but also do some searching about the impact black women have had in history, Britsh and the world. This is not one I can not walk you through. 


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