There is a quiet struggle that many Black women in leadership are too familiar with.

She looked like me. She understood the work, the stakes, and the weight that comes with leading while being both Black and a woman.

My first lesson in assimilation started in primary school…

There is beauty in who we are becoming.

A thousand small cuts still bleed.

I carried the weight until it nearly broke me. It is survival without choice, and it drains both body and spirit.

It all begins with an idea.

Leadership is not accidental. It is ancestral.

They say you are “too much,” but what they really mean is that you refuse to be less.

Are you strong? Are you tough?

Systems are not simply broken; they operate as they were designed.

Rarely did anyone meet my eyes. I was present, but invisible.