A HIP HOP GIRL GROWN UP AND CONFUSED (PART 1)

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HIP HOP PLANET

I grew up on hip hop. Older cousins played Run DMC and Rakim; mother was bumping Sugar hill gang. Father lived in the Bronx where I stayed every summer and saw breakdancing on cardboard, graffiti murals, rap battles. I rushed home to watch Video Music Box and as I got older stayed up late to hear Stretch and Bobbito. Hip hop is one of my loves, much like Badu’s “Love of my life” song. Yet like love affairs and like Common’s “I used to love H.E.R” there have been some valleys in my love affair with hip hop that have been revisited with the Straight Outta Compton movie.

Rap doesn’t love me. Hip Hop neither. The me of whom I speak is ladies/women. It’s not rap’s fault. It’s a creation within a system/country/world that doesn’t value women so of course it would have those tendencies. However it is…

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