Our #TectonicWoman number 3 is Angel Haze, amazing hip hop performer and awesome human being.

Angel_Haze

I came across Angel Haze’s work during If We Were Birds when I was looking for artists who treated sexual violence in their work. I found Raykeea Angel Wilson (AKA, Angel Haze), a 23 year old rapper and hip hop artist born and raised in Detroit, Michigan within the community of the Greater Apostolic Faith. She describes her experience growing up in this world: “We all lived in the same community, within 10 minutes of each other. You weren’t allowed to talk to anyone outside of that, you weren’t allowed to wear jewelry, listen to music, to eat certain things, to date people…you weren’t allowed to do pretty much anything.” It was only when she was 16 and her family moved to Brooklyn that she began listening to secular music and plunged into the world of hip hop.

Her cover of Cleaning out My Closet (Eminem) is auto-biographical and honestly depicts a painful time in her childhood when she became a victim of persistent sexual assaults. I’ve included the lyrics to her cover below, but must mention that they are raw and graphic, and describe her sexual assault experiences openly. She isn’t a spokesperson about sexual violence, but she uses her music and her voice to share her experience and give voice to victims of sexual violence who have been silenced.

In a video posted for her fans, she talks about her work. She says:

“I intend to be a voice for the voiceless. I intend to stay up late at night talking to people who need help, who feel like they don’t have anyone, because I know what that s**t feels like. Music is all I have, so I imagine what it must feel like for some of you. And if by any chance I can be the person who says don’t give up, don’t get lost…and if I know that every day there are millions of you going through this s**t, why would I want to keep it to myself? Because I don’t give a fuck about marketability, I don’t give a fuck about going platinum. I mean obviously I care about it because it helps me in more ways and it gives me more of a platform, but I just want to f*****g help, man. Like that’s all I give a f**k about. And at the end of the day there’s nothing more that anyone should aspire to besides true altruism, and in music I feel like you find it. When I’m lost, I throw on Sia and Eminem. I throw on s**t that makes me feel like I want to be alive, that makes me feel encouraged, that makes me feel like there is a purpose and there is a method to the madness. If you can be that for someone why would you allow anyone to hold that back? At the end of the day, if you want something badly enough, you’ll get it. If you don’t, you get lost, man. And I refuse to get lost.”

Check out our third #TectonicWoman  HERE.

“Cleaning Out My Closet”
(originally by Eminem)

When I was 10, shit, I believed I could fly
I would just flap my fucking arms and meet with the sky
And in my mind I would invision I was speaking with God
And then I chop his fucking fist off and beat him with mine
But this is just a fucking portion of the war with my mind
So I’m a take you fuckers back into the vortex of time
When I was 7 invision me at the bottom of stairs
And I silently swear that this is the truth no falacy here
See I was young man… I was just a toddler a kid
And he wasn’t the first to successfully try what he did
He took me to the basement and after the lights would be cut
He whipped it out in sight of my eyes and forced his cock through my gut
See it was weird because I felt that I was losing my mind
And then it happened like it happened like millions of times
And I would swear that I would tell but then they’d think I was lying
And now the power that he held was like a beacon in mine
So now I got used to it, I put up with the shit
And now my hate was so volcanically eruptive and shit
But this is nothing ’cause I guess he told his friend what he do
And they ate it up shit I was like a buffet for 2
And then it happened then at home where everybody fucking knew
And they ain’t do shit but fucking blame it on youth
I’m sorry mom but I really used to blame it on you
But even you by then wouldn’t know what to do
And now it happened so often that he was getting particular
And I more scared every time I worked in my speed and ventricular
One night he came home and I was asleep in my bed
He climbed on top of me and forced himself between my legs
He told me
“Hey ray, I see you like them popsicle sticks
So put your mouth on my dick and suck and swallow the spit”
And I was confused but I was scared so I did what he said
I had no idea the affect it would have on my head
My heart was pumping it was stumping with like tons of my fear
Imagine being 7 seeing cum in yo underwear
I know it’s nasty but sometimes I’d even bleed from my butt
Disgusting right, now let that feeling ring through your guts
I thought of offing myself I thought of killing these niggas
Wanted to take a fucking brick and push their teeth through their liver
Wanted to smash like the fucking world and burn it’s leftover part
Wanted to rip it out and just fucking step on my heart
Then I grew up and I wasn’t within a reach of these men
But that didn’t keep out of motherfucking reach of my sin
And psychologically I was just as fucked as they come
I was confused I had to prove I wasn’t fucked from the jump
I was afraid of myself I had no love for myself
I tried to kill I tried to hide I tried to run from myself
There was a point in my life where I didn’t like who I was
So I create the other people I would try to become
Sexuality came into play and with as scarred as I was
I was extremely scared of men so I start liking girls
I started starving myself fucked up my bodily health
I didn’t want to be attractive to nobody else
I didn’t want the appeal wanted to stop my own growth
But there’s a fucking reason behind every scar that I show
I never got to be a kid so that’s as far as I grow
My mental state is out of date and that’s how far as I know
My biggest problem was fear what being fearful could do
It made me run it made me hide it made me scared of the truth
I’m not deranged anymore I’m not the same anymore
I mean I’m sane but I’m insane but not the same as before
I had to deal with my shit I had to look at my truth
To understand that to grow you gotta look at your root
I had to cut off the dead I had to make myself proud
And I’m just standing breathing living proof look at me now
I made it through everything I made you look like a clown
I’m fucking great k fucking hate you nigga look at me now
And I’m just saying this to tell you there’s a way from the ground
The makings of a legend is often hiden in thorns
So just move on and just be strong and just accept what you can
Because it makes your story better when you read it, the end
That’s the story of every scar that I show
I made it out this a mean nobody’s gotten before
I had to open my wounds I had to bleed till I stop
Thanks for joining me here as I cleaned out my closet
I said I opened my wounds I had to bleed till I stop
Thanks for joining me here as I cleaned out my closet