Swarthy & 'Fro

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Synopsis

A poor Black boy grows up and has a goal that has a lack of representation.

Novel growing up in an impoverished community felt like venomous snake bites that caused his childhood to severely swell in its state. It led to nausea followed by the vile vomits of verbal abuse, leaving his heart to become numb and fully forget how to thump, thump, thump to the beat of the drum. And so, his emotions had become motionless, ‘tis with the numbness that became heartless. Because even when he thought he had a caring friend, Novel could have sworn he was Alan in Wonderland and the Mad Hatter were his doubts and pouts within his life’s long-lost whereabouts. 

But Novel’s dreams of being surrounded by the literary arts started ever since he lived in multiple homes that felt like striving within one single dome. He had a big imagination, and despite the dysfunctions of the Authoritarian’s altercations, he was able to create worlds from within his universe through visual vigilant vast wonders of otherworldly fascinations. One of Novel’s big inspiration was Aesop’s Fables which helped his imaginations run like wild horses from the stables. 

Aesop’s A Raven & a Swan made Novel’s mind want to sploosh-splash and swim onto the most crystal of blue ponds and gaze upon the most peridot of green lawns. For though, the fable taught him that those venomously vile verbal voices were giving him choices, “shall I listen to the Authoritarian who was like a birdwatcher trying to catch me with a net within an enchanted forest; to be carried away to judgmental tourists? Should I let the Authoritarian’s words flood me like the story of how the raven cried caw-caw and lastly croaked when it tried to look like the white swan’s folk?” 

Novel decided to follow his heart and not let the Authoritarian cause his happiness to depart. He realized such swans cannot perch high in the sky where the rustle, rustle, rustle, swooshing-swaying trees rise to abide. They cannot embrace heaven such as the ravens whose black beauty was forsaken. But Novel did not just accept being a Raven… no, he imagined himself to this day as the brave blissful black swan whose grace is found to be as peaceful as slumber due to the other birds knowing its rarity in numbers. 

It was almost as if Aesop’s Fables were twinkling sparkling gold found in the most cavernous mine which is why Novel finally decided to become a fabulist at the age of nine. 

At the age of fourteen, Novel realized reading books was like setting sail to voyage the seas. This voyage was able to help him unearth the secret lands of Narnia where a lion’s roar can ignite wars, where wardrobes can create whole worlds as an ice witch named the White Witch summon chilling spells—freezing his belief in airy awe to condition him to tell how there are many writers whose words are like walking on heaven’s stairwell. 

When Novel was sixteen going on seventeen, a high school made him reminisce about America’s historic scene. How certain people who had deeper skin, loftier melanin, were systematically stereotyped upon their phenotype, set in communities where resources were manipulated to come in fewer sundries as they were told to think monolithically. And even when there was trendy creativity made from people born within humanity, those past inventors soon realized their concepts would be stolen from heaps of higher hierarchies the Authoritarian placed in American societies. 

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