The imagined limitations are not quite imagined – they’re systemic; they’re put on young Black girls, from my personal experience. They’re patriarchal and gender-based, and I quickly knew from a young age I wasn’t having it.
Just because I’m a girl I have these things stacked against me because society deems me obsolete, or whatever. Incapable of accessing or achieving the goals I set for myself. They set the bar quite below any standard I set for myself, so those are some major challenges, oppressive structures that have been put in place to deter a young Black girl to believe that she’s not able to achieve the things that she would like in her life or not to aspire to greatness. Those are the limitations I’m speaking of, and the constant work it takes to get over that bar, to shatter that glass ceiling, to dismantle that self-doubt.
In regards to the album achieving it, it’s just a practice of realising a fully-realised body of work is a challenge, and that’s a challenge I choose to overcome. That mental block you might have, those dialogues as a kid that you won’t amount to anything and all that shit. That kind of fuckery you have to push to the back. You have to leave space for yourself to do the damn thing, and that’s what I did with this album.