Manifesting a new ”Broadway”,
for the people by the people
A type of magick making we know is still running through our veins
Where the Artists come unapologetic bearing tattooed skin and gold chains. Sacred circles gathered by fire
Beaming with dat new light
Storytellers, healers, and warriors
Band together for the collective fight
it’s the modern day creative hub.
Filled with love.
Where the gardens are abundant
because the soil is rich.
Money don’t make us,
Because WE got
And our palms-they always itch.
Where we wont need masks
or need to code switch
Where everybody eats
Because we own the lease
And we keep on feeding each other