DRAMA / COMEDY

Black Cherries

How many more will bleed until we’ve had enough? How many more will we bruise and leave at the bottom of the barrel? Dark night. Dark life. There’s a chill this summer night, raging fumes from fiery thoughts turned to actions. Sirens echo from every direction. Jagged scatterings of glass mimic a yellow brick road leading to a revolution. Our revolution. As the city burns so does a previous way of life It’s slowly fizzling out, and I watch as the remnants transform to specks of shimmery glitter. No more checking behind you shoulder at every corner. No more black blood only black cherries. Poem by Addi Amani Addi wants to change the world through art. It’s a feeling that simultaneously fulfills her, and fuels her to push past all her boundaries, mentally and physically. She isn’t sure if she creates to exist or exist to create, presumably, one doesn’t truly happen without the other.

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