Cebo Campbell

82 words on her

She removes her jewelry one item at a time.
Rings first; fingers liberated of gleaming bonds
surrendered on a nightstand.
Her wedding ring flashes under lamplight.
Next is her necklace, which slides down the shadows of her chest
As she unclasps.
Bracelets take time, as she must undo her right wrist with off hand.
Last are the earrings and the anklet she places in the pile of silver and gold.
Colloquial etiquettes.
She is finally free
To do something she will regret.

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I am an author and a Creative Director.

As a full-time creative (VP of Creative Services at Spherical), I spend most days writing in the nooks and crannies of my available time. I wake up at 5:30am just to get in a few hours putting words on paper. I write on the train. I write on planes. I write waiting in lines. I feel I have to write. The reason is simple: representation.

I often tell the story of Ferris Bueller; a kid who decides to skip school and, on charm alone, steals a car, impersonates a cop, drinks underage, tampers with computers, and at every step exposes his best friends to peril, only to go home and fall asleep with his mother to kiss him into sweet dreams. I asked myself if Ferris were Trayvon Martin, how might that story end? I know the answer. So do you. And this is why representation is so important. I aim to contribute more stories into the world that diversely feature regular (but beautiful) lives made extraordinary. Art, I believe, is the only way to accomplish this. All my creative work is inspired by and aims to add to all the great work in the world.

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