What does black joy look like to you?
My Black Joy looks like coconut flavored popsicles eaten late at night or leaving a bookstore having spent too much with no regrets. My Black Joy looks like having a big, uninhibited laugh on a walk along the beach beside a good friend. My Black Joy looks like me, eyes-closed, catching a groove at the rave.
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