Zuri McWhorter is a writer & regular contributor to the Black Bottom Archives, submitting short stories and social commentary. You can read more of Zuri's writing on her website, zurimcwhorter.com.
by Zuri McWhorter
On one end of the block were the food vendors. Surrounded by jerk chicken, grilled corn cobs, oxtail, meat pies, mac and cheese, I unconsciously spent $15 on meal tickets. Though, when I walked around again to check prices, I noticed my tragic defeat: a jerk chicken combo was 19 tickets, and my $15 had only bought me 18 tickets. With stank face and all, I ordered mac and cheese and a meat pie.
by Zuri McWhorter
The seventh summer breeze scattered magnolia petals around Queen’s perfectly primed bun. She wore a pretty periwinkle dress and peep toe pumps. No make-up today, though; she wanted to be au naturel.
Suzie made her way through Donors’ Court, where giant slabs of marble were carved to depict the white faces that kept the University financially afloat. She hated those cold, pompous eyes that followed her, but she always turned her Naomi Campbell on when she passed so they could watch her work.
"I don't like people."
"Do you want to?"
“I would love to like people. It's just so hard to give a rational shit about irrational things."
"There's not one person you care about?"
"My dad. My mom is alright."
by Zuri McWhorter
Detroit X, the people who want to blend the art and soul of our city for you to represent anywhere, curated and managed the Official AWF Merch and Info booth. “We gotta make this look like a boutique, not a regular festival tent,” my homie Taqee Vernon, creator of Detroit X, told me. We had to fit a dozen designers and musicians, including Cool Club Clothing, D.R.E.A.M Clothing, The Shed, Chad Roto, Max D’Villian, and Shaun Carlo, into this one booth. “Make it pretty!” And thus, the fun began.