My struggles, In positivity.

Growing up. I started to sing and dance by age 6.

One problem, I had a hearing loss profoundly deaf.

Now you think! She deaf she can’t speak or hear. Let alone sing.

Wrong! I started talking and singing by age 1. My mom was a catholic minster.

That time I just loved worshiping god. I couldn’t hear, but I still heard the music. I felt in my heart and soul.

Growing up. I started speaking more understanding words, music. I loved to read at a young age.

I had my own studio, I started taking jazz, classes ballet, Zumba. R&b ballet classes mixed in one.

I got tired of fitting in. I could keep up but girls are jealous.

They were always jealously. I’m just trying to have fun not a career.

• Jazz dancing 💃
• Hip hop
• Ballet 🩰

I was never part of a crowd.

I was the disability that sat at a table everyday for years. Until high school was over. I was homed schooled senior year. That was easier. Somewhat.

I just didn’t fit in. school, at home.

Being deaf kept Me in a bubble! I signed fluently.

Deafness in the brain just being me. I get anxious in big crowds, I feel like a laughing stock, a nobody.

I made my own crowd my singing alone.

Then I made friends. But they come and go. Now life is easier.

I have my own family my own faith.

That’s the crowd I belong in following god and and being my own leader.

And praising and doing good for the common good, of other’s.

Amen 🙏 Be you not a follower.

Follower’s like to make behind the leader’s.

Find your own crowd! Be your own leader. Change your course.

Change the faith for a better future, for better days, for a better tomorrow.