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Ebony was a girl born on a Saturday. At home they called her Ama. In her language, the Okanisi language, Ama’s name meant exactly that—a girl born on a Saturday.

The color of her skin was like the night sky, deep and full of beauty. The texture of her hair was kinky and afro-textured, like an exquisite crown resting on her head. But Ebony wasn’t happy about it. At school, no one looked like her, which made her wonder if she truly belonged.

Come along as I share the story of how Ebony found herself, her voice, and the confidence to stand tall in her uniqueness.

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Ebony was a girl born on a Saturday. At home they called her Ama. In her language, the Okanisi language, Ama’s name meant exactly that—a girl born on a Saturday.

The color of her skin was like the night sky, deep and full of beauty. The texture of her hair was kinky and afro-textured, like an exquisite crown resting on her head. But Ebony wasn’t happy about it. At school, no one looked like her, which made her wonder if she truly belonged.

Come along as I share the story of how Ebony found herself, her voice, and the confidence to stand tall in her uniqueness.

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