Its My RaRa

Beauty. Blog. Be.

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Dumbo!! Favorite part of our vacation! I love you Raheem! Thank you for wanting to create more adventures with me, daily!❤️

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I have not posted or blogged for a long time. And have allowed my voice as a writer to go dormant. I am committed to being fully self expressed in this area, and will start blogging again and sharing. I will start by sharing what I discovered over the weekend. Here is my best friend/boyfriend and I at Desiree’s games from the weekend. We are so grateful to have spent time/supporting Desi in a new place.

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This week, I was on vacation and I had the pleasure of rolling to Washington, D.C. with my friend and outspoken confidant Louis Reed Canalli. Louis, is a formerly incarcerated man, criminal justice strategist, executive coach and dope human being. Through all of his awards and recognition he remains a down to earth loving human being.

Louis and I became friends earlier this year when I became open and free regarding my brother’s incarceration and what myself and my family have been dealing with and started sharing videos via social media. I’m grateful for Louis effortless service, friendship and the joy that this road trip brought to me personally. We freestyled, we laughed, we listened to old school tunes, connected and just were happy.

In a previous life I was really into rapping and doing spoken word. So I shared some old pieces of mine on sound cloud and bared my soul (will not link that for prides sake, lol)

I enjoyed hanging, and building a new relationship with Victoria also, a future life coach who is basing her coaching practice in God and took the trip with us. Whenever you can, choose to travel and connect with family and friends. It is worth it.

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Recently, I had someone return to my life that I love.

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The Kid performing today at HPLB-POETRY

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For my daughter Desi. Xoxo 😘

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@helemozao

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#FEMTHEFUTURE

#WAKANDAFOREVER

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My aesthetic is seeing black athletes doing the Wakanda Salute

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Letitia Wright and Lupita Nyong’o photographed by Amy Troost for Teen Vogue

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#BLM #Fergueson 

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Done

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Raheem Nelson, and I. Artist, business partner friend. .

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Love.

I release the need to suffer about the past, to hide my loss. I love you, always did. From the first time you looked at me intoxicatingly. To how we shared our lives and feelings vividly. It was the first time in a long time I was listened to. Like generally heard, valued and fully known. Healing from heartbreak, you held my hand until I was ready for our journey. I gained the confidence to become a poet, a visionary through are partnership and you were so supportive. A year later, unexpected feeling of loss resurface. Why was I not good enough to remain in a long lasting relationship? I try not to beat myself up for reentering loves potion. Placing myself at risk only to be crushed, for hoping, wishing being open to love again. I encountered countless possibilities. Many men who were great, but unfitting. Looking back on our pictures I’ll never forget the harmony, the safety, the vulnerability. And our never forgot to have loved and lost is life’s biggest gift.

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RAH: A new spelling of my name

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!!

CHAPTER 1: To be continued!!

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Economic segregation is real. In 2017, I didn’t expect to enter a neighborhood where the economic, and racial separation is so profound and pronounced. What are the factors that have allowed the wealth in America to remain concentrated in 2% of the population? What are the factors that have allowed Menial labor jobs to be appealing, to the masses of immigrants of colors that travel to the U.S. For opportunities, for the American Dream? Why does economic oppression exist on a global scale? What are the factors that allow America to be so comfortable with this?  I started a new position caring for the elderly mother of my friend and these are some of the questions I have asked myself since I began Monday.  I am living in the Upper East Side, and I was transplanted into a new environment and new life.  The racial hierarchy is indicative of a plantation.  The gap between rich and working poor is gigantic. Walking in, you see the usual door men, but head to the basement you’ll see a sea of diversity.  Men of color working in maintenance.  Women from all over the Caribbean are doing laundry.  One woman I met, traveled two hours daily 5 days a week to do housekeeping for her family.  The elevator upstairs is only for building personal and you can’t help but wonder why the gap between the rich and working poor is so racially poignant…to be continued. 

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Babies, the magic of first grade.