I've been observing this Jessica Krug/Fake Black Lady shit from the sidelines. It has lead me to an interesting thought, in terms of #BlackGirlMagic vs. #BlackGirlsAREMagic:

My original thought became a commodity when the hashtag was shortened for the sake of Twitter's old 140 character limit. It became a thing to have instead of simply what you ARE. Words matter, especially verbs.

That commodification lent itself to gatekeeping, useless stratification, respectability and lawsuits.

Black Girl Magic no longer was about authenticity, integrity or birthright. It was just a thing to put on & walk around in declaration, no matter who you were. Look at all the spin-offs (see: JLo) that popped up. Black Womanhood became a thing that could be usurped & corrupted.

That's what made me think of Ms. Jessica Krug. One day she just decided to put on a sparkly cape and decide that Black Womanhood was a thing she could possess just because she wanted to.

She didn't care that the cape she put on was hand stitched by my Ancestral Mothers into my blood and bone. That their blood, sweat and tears were rubbed into my skin & that's why I shine how I do.

She just wanted the shine.

She wore the Sacred like a costume. And a rack of niggas let her do it. At Black women's expense.

Our Divinity is not casual costume for damaged white women.

Let's try to never forget that.