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"Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly."
- Dreams by Langston Hughes
Shot and storyboarded with a bag of Hot Cheetos in hand, these dynamic and well-versed films were created by and for the youth. This block showcases fresh perspectives and vibrant storytelling that are as bold and unforgettable and that are sure to stick to you like Hot Cheeto dust. These engaging films capture the voices, struggles, and dreams of young creators, offering a powerful reflection of their experiences and the world they envision.
Joyce, an 8-year-old girl, was unhappy. At school and in her neighbourhood, her darker skin was often the target of cruel mockery. She dreamed of looking like her Barbie doll, all blonde and radiant. His mother, seeing his sadness growing with great sweetness, showed him that beauty was subjective and that each person was unique. She told him about all these black women who had made history, showing him that beauty existed in all its forms. Little by little, Joyce began to see his black skin no longer as a burden but as a strength. The day his mother offered him a doll in his image, a click occurred. Proud of her origins, Joyce returns to school with her head held high, turning mocking into a source of pride and assuming her identity.
"Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly."
- Dreams by Langston Hughes
Shot and storyboarded with a bag of Hot Cheetos in hand, these dynamic and well-versed films were created by and for the youth. This block showcases fresh perspectives and vibrant storytelling that are as bold and unforgettable and that are sure to stick to you like Hot Cheeto dust. These engaging films capture the voices, struggles, and dreams of young creators, offering a powerful reflection of their experiences and the world they envision.
Joyce, an 8-year-old girl, was unhappy. At school and in her neighbourhood, her darker skin was often the target of cruel mockery. She dreamed of looking like her Barbie doll, all blonde and radiant. His mother, seeing his sadness growing with great sweetness, showed him that beauty was subjective and that each person was unique. She told him about all these black women who had made history, showing him that beauty existed in all its forms. Little by little, Joyce began to see his black skin no longer as a burden but as a strength. The day his mother offered him a doll in his image, a click occurred. Proud of her origins, Joyce returns to school with her head held high, turning mocking into a source of pride and assuming her identity.