Our Story

Black Girls Rock Natural Girls Slay was birthed from a place of passion, sincerity and authenticity. Growing up we have always been taught that if your hair was not straight or did not look a certain way then it was knotty.  Many of us will never forget the straightening combs that mommy and grandma would bring out on Sunday Mornings. "It burn mommy, girl that's the grease".

 I remember when my oldest daughter would cry because she wanted her hair to be straight she would say,"Mommy why can't my hair be straight like the other girls". She would tell me her hair was ugly. I would always remind her that she was beautiful and being authentic is always the best way and if the Most High wanted us to have straight hair, he would have given it to us. I myself once struggled with this mindset, so I was certainly empathetic. I set out on a journey to teach and show her the beauty in black women embracing their natural hair.  I wanted her to know that we too were worthy of celebration of our natural tresses and colorful schemes. I wanted her to be BOLD, and CONFIDENT


Black women have endured layers of trauma, sacrifice and on-going criticism, BUT we remain resilient. NO matter how any times we are knocked down, we continue to GET BACK UP, stronger, wiser and with a little more boldness each time.  So no matter how you wear your hair, wear it with dignity, respect and power.  



This brand is dedicated to Malana & Marley and all the young black girls who will grow up in a world that can sometimes confuse you or make you feel less than if you don't  look like like them. I want you to remember you are "FEARFULLY AND WONDERFULLY MADE" and never forget, ALL WOMEN ROCK< BUT NATURAL WOMEN, WE ON ANOTHER LEVEL!!! xoxoxox

Phenomenal Woman:


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,   

The stride of my step,   

The curl of my lips.   

I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,   

That’s me.


I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,   

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.   

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.   

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,   

And the flash of my teeth,   

The swing in my waist,   

And the joy in my feet.   

I’m a woman



Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.


Men themselves have wondered   

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,   

They say they still can’t see.   

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,   

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.


Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.   

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.   

When you see me passing,

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,   

The bend of my hair,   

the palm of my hand,   

The need for my care.   

’Cause I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.