Because this ain’t just ink on paper.
This is remembrance.
Of who you were before the world got loud.
Before you were told to be useful instead of magical.
Before your softness had to toughen up to survive.
These are not just coloring books.
It is a mirror.
A ritual.
A reclamation.
Every Black Girl Thick.
Every Slim.
Every Mini.
Every page, every curl, every star—
was drawn to see you,
to heal you,
to honor you.
We don’t do bland.
We don’t do beige girl vibes with brown skin slapped on.
We don’t do “diversity” as decoration.
We craft joy for Black girls who needed it yesterday
and Black women who need it now.
We create sacred tools for coloring your breath back.
Planning your peace.
Gaming your way back to laughter.
Affirming what the world tried to make you forget:
You are sacred.
You are story.
You are art.
dakari Moon is for the women who gift with intention.
Who color to come home to themselves.
Who are raising daughters and selves at the same time.
This is the soft rebellion.
The whimsical restoration.
The fantasy they said you didn’t belong in—
rewritten by you, in full color.
This is different
because you are.
And baby, we made it for you on purpose.
- jaha