I don’t know about others but when I was younger, I felt like I was not supposed to be happy. And so I wasn’t. I was a miserable little girl, and, the worst part, I was mean to others. One day, the neighbor kids were mean right back to me. I didn’t like it, but I knew they were only treating me like I had treated them. I did some self-relfection. Yes, I was a unusual child. I decided didn’t like being treated like crap so I wouldn’t treat others that way.
I was no longer mean to people, but happiness didn’t come until later. I remember sitting in the back of my mother’s car and a song was on the radio. I don’t remember what the song was, but some how it got into me. I started feeling it. The song made me HAPPY. It was the first time I’ve ever been conscious of being happy. I liked it. I liked it alot!
My fiance dislikes my taste in music. but its part of my culture. It’s what I was raised on. The soundtrack of my childhood. Abandoning hip hop entirely is like abandoning family. LIke family you have to take the good and the bad.
“Happy” by Pharrell Williams somewhat redeems Hip Hop in my eyes. Some would say it’s not even a hip hop song, but it is because Pharrell Williams is a hip hop artist. The song reminds me that we are entitled to being happy. There is no mention of money or hoes or sex. Listening to Pharrell’s voice and listening to the simple, catchy lyrics of “Happy” takes me back to the first time I was happy in the back of my mother’s car listening to her music.
Do you remember the first time you were aware of being happy?