I remember it all too clear, the day I lost my society influenced conformity and found Self.
An adolescent pining to find purpose, amidst the judgmental glances and scrutiny of those who could not comprehend let alone value the importance of self-discovery.
In the throes of your deepest despair, humiliation and confusion it presented itself to you, vulnerable and emotionally exhausted you reach out to it and then… you let go of the fear and free fall, you give yourself to hip hop and things will never be the same again.
You allow this realm to take over your entire existence, guide you to unpack the true you so that you can elevate, grow and become a WOMAN IN HIP HOP!
Enticed by the hypnotic beats, melodic hooks and rhythm that pulsate through your veins right to the thump of your heartbeat, you discover there’s no other place and space you would rather be in.
Your prior years, you questioned yourself and your path that was set out for you. At times it felt like you would always be an outcast. You made several attempts to fit into a definition that would make it easier for them to label and understand you. THEY were and will never be ready to deal with the pure you because THEY have still not dealt with the REAL them.
Almost EVERY siSTAR, discovered hip hop during the most painful time of her life, an escapism from the harsh reality, a place where the love of an art form could lull you to sleep and dry your tear stained pillow. Hip hop was and is that cushion/padding that breaks your fall when you about to hit rock bottom. What does one do when your body mind and soul is numb with pain? You feverishly seek an outlet to rid yourself from the heaviness in you heart, in my case, I picked up a microphone and let down my guard. A 15 -year dance (hip hop and I), sometimes he would lead, sometimes I would assume I know better, sometimes we were out of step but we never EVER stopped looking into each other eyes while we danced.
Everyone has their vice, escapism or addiction, I found my comfort in thick beats and an instrument that would echo my voice back to me that made me see ME in a different light.
I DISCOVERED MY VOICE, I DISCOVERED THE MICROPHONE.
Follow me on this rigorous journey of trials and tribulation as I speak into the mic and let out deep-seated pain that has been brewing from within. Jayz mentioned that he could make a song cry, but the intensity of a woman in pain blowing on a microphone surpasses the hurt any brother could experience. Rhyming is the child I yearn for, the husband I’m yet to find and the mother who never did feel I was good enough to be her daughter. Rhyming is my life without it I have no purpose here on planet earth.
A siSTAR, unbeknown to her, can formulate more concepts because of the various roles she has to play in everyday life; we can spit for days and never run out of subject matter.
We keep telling ourselves (and each other) that we are the minority in hip hop but if so many beings lie within one of us that makes us the majority so don’t be fooled by numbers, quality and not quantity is where it’s at! So…take my hand and walk with Africa’s daughter as we travel down the road of becoming a siSTAR with a mic.
On the Ep of my life journey, this is but a skit, now if you will excuse me a siSTAR IS about to rock the mic. “Versy heads to stage” by Contro Versy
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