Black History Month - Ourworld

Wide shot — playgroundTwo Black brothers posted at the jungle gym.
One is 10 (Youngin), alert, hands crossed.
The other is 12 (Wiz), sitting on the bars, headphones on, vibing.
They’re the only Black kids there.A little white boy walks up, excited.White Kid:
“Can I play?”

Closer on YounginYoungin steps forward, calm but serious.Youngin:
“Nah, bruh. You gotta pay to play.”White Kid:
“I don’t have any money…”Youngin (shrugs):
“Ask your mama.”Wiz still vibing. Unbothered.

Shift focus — WizA young Latina girl taps Wiz on the shoulder.Girl:
“What you listening to?”Wiz gives a cool, slightly devious smile, slips his  headphone off, hands it to her.

background fadesThe music plays from the headphones

(lyrics drifting like thought bubbles):

“We on our back, starin’ at the stars above
Talkin’ ’bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said, ‘What you wanna be?’
She said, ‘Alive’”

— Da Art of Storytellin’ (Pt. 1)The girl’s eyes widen.

Her world tilts.

She’s not the same anymore.

Reality crashes backThe white kid’s mom storms up, stern.Mother:

“Excuse me, young man. My son can play on this playground. It’s for everybody.”Youngin looks her dead in the eye.

Youngin:
“Yo… you gon’ stop my grind on Black History Month?”The mom freezes.
Speechless.Mother (tight smile):
“We have to go, sweetie.”She grabs her son’s hand and walks off.

Mission completeBoth brothers smile.Wiz puts his headphones back on.
Youngin nods once.Caption at bottom:
History don’t always come with textbooks.