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Founded in 2009, BlackCherry Magazine is the fastest growing online Life and style magazine for women of color. we provide exclusive information and frequently updated articles on women's issues as well as cultural enrichment. Our main purpose is to unite women of diverse background around the world and help empower each other.

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Towera Kamkondo

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LOVE

 by Dianna Ricci

I must confess I used to expect the worst from every man I came into contact with. 

I had been hurt so many times I didnt even want to go back to that, even though it was a different person.

 It felt like somewhere in my subconscious I deserved that lack of respect, love, interest

 and even mistreatment. That was until I got to the point to realizing they were not the problem;

 it was all me! Yes, shockingly I was the problem. At some point, I started living in fear of punishment. 

The punishment was the fear of hurt. Somewhere along the way I had come to believe 

the lie that I was unlovable; that I would never get the love I was looking for 

or deserving of. 

People told me I was asking for too much, so "take what you can get" they'd say.

I have proven them and myself wrong. Having been made perfect in God's love, 

I know I can be mature in my expectations of others 

and realistic about what they are capable of giving. I no longer pursue relationships with others who are incapable of giving me the love I need; especially deserve. 

I am able to love because the love I hold for my soul (which is all of me) comes first;

 it is a joyous place full of rich relationships that before I might have overlooked. 

I am now on a different level because I recognize my own beauty and self worth;

 I am self loved.

We Will Grow

 by Bolanle Emmanuel 

Tears drop from my eyes as I visualize the pain and the hard times which my people have and still are experiencing in their lives.I acknowledge this and realize I have to project nothing but strength.

I walk away from any situation that may weaken my spirit.

I spit at those who try to damage my image.

I am Black and woman.

I am the pro-creator of this society;

keeping my voice at a heard level never leaving out those who need my help.

I will help my people if I am able.

I will take my brothers and sisters up the mountain and let them see the world;

let my brothers and sisters feel and believe we are on top of all things.

Those tears that drop from my eyes are a sign of happiness.

They represent the joy I feel in knowing my people have came this far.

So I cry when I see a Black lawyer, doctor, scientist, journalist, teacher and student.

For we have come a long journey shackled at the feet.

For we have broken barriers and released those bad stereotypical names.

We will continue to grow for those who doubt us;

we will flourish.