Black folks have always imagined being more when our reality said different. We've used a myriad of things to capture that feeling, but the most powerful conduit has been our art. It's been said that we lose ourselves in music or literature or art. I disagree. I think we find ourselves there. Our humanity is forced to live in our imaginations as a kind of holding cell, until we can make them realities through our fight. Just like sixteen-year-old Tracey, I don't think Black folks create to escape. We create to reimagine. To blaze a path toward reinvention when our creations are stolen and commodified. To be when we are told that our only purpose is to do.

— Black Joy by Tracey Michae'l Lewis-Giggetts (Page 78)