Karamo Brown grew up in an immigrant house where no A was ever good enough and “what are you doing with your life” was background noise. He went numb to disapproval.
What got in were the words. He was 6'2 by ninth grade with a full beard by tenth, so nobody came at him directly, but he dissected every comment people made about him.
Brown calls them cringe moments. Decades later, in the shower, a memory surfaces of the room where someone made a joke about people like him and he laughed along instead of speaking up.
His granny: you got two ears and one mouth, you’re supposed to be doing one of those double time. It made him a listener who absorbed everything, the good and the corrosive.
Hip hop made him feel invincible. Once nothing could touch him, other people’s words stopped deciding what he was worth.
Asked to rate his self love out of ten, he says nine and a half. He withholds the ten on purpose. There's always room for growth.
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