Drissa5r
Laliyah had just moved to the small town of Sanford, Maine, and hoped for a fresh start. But from the moment she arrived, the questions started-strange, invasive ones that made her feel like she didn't belong. People asked if her hair was real, if she could dance "like in the videos," or if she knew any famous rappers. Though they smiled, their curiosity felt more like judgment than interest. Laliyah realized they didn't see her for who she was, just for what she looked like. It was lonely, and it hurt-but she promised herself she wouldn't let their ignorance define her.