Mahogany is past meets present meets future…combined. It’s a lover’s kiss, a baby’s smile, a mother’s touch and embrace. Mahogany is warmth, passion, beauty and strength. It’s laughter, tears, wisdom…respect. Mahogany is rhythm, reflections, remembrances…truth. It’s yearning and striving and thriving…surviving. Mahogany is love and life and power and pain. It’s spiritual, regal, humble…bold. Mahogany is motion, experiences, triumphs and visions. It’s sons, daughters…women and men. Mahogany is African and American and undeniably me.