Black Owned Businesses to Support

Compiled by Abby Adigun

In the spirit of the Black Lives Matter Movement, the Idea Magazine has compiled a list of various black owned businesses to support. This list will be updated periodically, and we, at the Idea Magazine, are open to suggestions!

Restaurants

NameLocationWebsite
Ben’s Chili BowlWashington D.C.https://benschilibowl.com/ 
Black Lion CafeRockville, Marylandhttps://blacklioncafe.com/ 
Nice N’ SpicySilver Spring, Maryland https://www.niceandspicyja.com/ 
Rainbow African RestaurantGaithersburg, Marylandhttps://www.rainbowafricanfood.com/ 
Silver Spring WingsSilver Spring, Marylandhttps://www.silverspringwings.com/ 
Bangin’ BBQFood Truckhttps://www.orderbanginbbq.com/ 
BLK & BoldOnlinehttps://blkandbold.com/ 

Clothing Brands

NameWebsite
Sai Sankohhttps://saisankoh.com/ 
African Richhttps://www.africanrich.com/ 
Salyel Parishttps://www.salyelparis.com/ 
HSTRYhttps://www.hstryclothing.com/ 
This Is Culturedhttps://thisiscultured.com/ 
Daily Paperhttps://www.dailypaperclothing.com/ 
Because Of Them We Canhttps://www.becauseofthemwecan.com/ 

Cosmetics

NameWebsite
Beauty Bakerie https://www.beautybakerie.com/pages/beta-home 
The Lip Barhttps://thelipbar.com/ 
Goldehttps://golde.co/ 
FORM Beautyhttps://formbeauty.com/ 
25th and Junehttps://www.25thandjune.com/ 
Royal House of Wrapshttps://www.royalhouseofwraps.com/ 
Temple Zenhttps://yourtemplezen.com/ 

Black Media

NameWebsite
Essencehttp://www.essence.com/ 
Black Enterprisehttp://blackenterprise.com/ 
The Sourcehttp://thesource.com/ 
SOHHhttp://sohh.com/ 
Black Planethttp://blackplanet.com/ 
Black Pasthttp://blackpast.org/ 
The Griohttp://thegrio.com/ 

Why I was afraid of Black

By Abby Adigun

Because it was in five letters 

That the beauty thriving in my ebony 

Pores who boasted the love of a dying sun

And a rising star, was put to rest before

My irises of immigrant hopes and aspirations

With a hint of fear.

I became no more than the color of smoke

That filled my neighbor’s home

Who had to watch the living memories of family

And love disappear before her very eyes

Again.

My individuality was stripped from me

With the whisper of a single

Word

No longer was I the daughter of a Nigerian princess

And a Ghanian scholar

But a point in an argument,

A tragic statistic, and an error in history.

Even as I look at the word today,

Foreign on my own tongue yet too

Familiar to my ears, and a curiosity for 

A little boy who has begun to look 

Twice in the mirror,

Black 

Has risen from the ashes 

To be more,

To become 

More.