A long time ago, when you were a wee thing, you learned something, some way to cope, something that, if you did it, would help you survive. It wasn’t the healthiest thing, it wasn’t gonna get you free, but it was gonna keep you alive. You learned it, at five or six, and it worked, it did help you survive. You carried it with you all your life, used it whenever you needed it. It got you out—out of your assbackwards town, away from your father, out of range of your mother’s un-love. Or whatever. It worked for you. You’re still here now partly because of this thing that you learned.
—Mia McKenzie, creator of Black Girl Dangerous, author of The Summer We Got Free