A new spelling of my Name. Chapter 1: I’m learning that less is more. Whether you spell my name with a double A, one A, remove the H. Or keep it, my childhood nickname reminds me of memories of parties, where childhood performances abounded. I was an artist in all shapes forms and sizes, and I begin writing songs at the mere age of 4 or 5 years old and performing them to my mom. I hated performing alone, so I frequently recruited sidekicks, back up dancers and an interactive audience. From songs inspired by my Beautiful Romanian white friend, to performances inspired by Mase, Harlem world and them, I did it all. Hip Hop was the lens, I saw the world through and my self expression. Although the genre was forbidden I snuck and watched videos and got washed up in worldly music all over again. I had a childhood best friend who thought because I was Christian I was doused with holiness. Even now, remembering my happy childhood, I want to divorce myself of all rules regarding religion that are restricting. I once got my mouth washed out with soap for saying a curse word, to the Pope (Aka, my mom). F*** Darn, God Damn, Bitch. Some words in the English language just don’t express angst the way I feel it down to the core of my soul! Sometimes I feel so much so God Damn huge and large I want to scream from the mountain tops! Hear me world I am here! Hear me roar!! I am no longer staying in your tried and true box!! I’m here I’m alive, said the 7 year old girl in shouting from the mountain tops!! RA!!
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