When I Think About Magic
I think about the Olivia Newton-John song & also my mother —
how she rocked me in her arms after I fell one night.
I cried & cried & then we watched the movie Grease.
I wanted to be Olivia Newton-John.
I was around six years old. Around six years old was when
a white girl called me nigger in the grocery store. I cried then, too.
It took years to understand the power of it —
to say it: I have magic. But it’s true.
& eventually I sang goodbye to Sandra Dee & everything else
that told me how to be. I harnessed the power of that little girl.
Have you heard about it? A little girl walked around her classroom yelling the words
I have Black girl magic. The kind of stuff that makes white girls cry.
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