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We cry on the inside, thinking the best thing to do is hide. The fear of pain gets the best of us. We justify, it's better this way but internally we make a fuss.
Scuff, slap- rubber soles of the damned. Dance is, to the young man, a means of freedom and expression. Seven years of heavy footfalls, krump was the language and rhythm was the canvas.
As an immigrant, my voice was stifled. Spanish? Unacceptable English? Complicated I precariously discovered Hip-Hop culture, Eminem, Biggie and Pac, you can only imagine the shock.
Poetry-an expressive respectable art How do I express? Where to start? Just so you know-I'm not Mozart To organize my thoughts or to be scattered Don't put one self on a a silver platter.