This isn’t about the singer Dareise…yet, she’s still emerging. This is about the journey to earning that moniker, fully and respectfully. It is an ode to fear. That scary monster under the bed, that when you finally take a look under the covers hanging down and camouflaging the unknown, you realize is an old forgotten stuffed teddy bear highlighted in darkness to be your worst enemy, but is in fact an ally. A clarion call for action, energy and dedication to your gift.
I started singing when I was eight in the choir at Greater New Hope Baptist Church on North Avenue in Baltimore City. Actually, it was before that, as a little girl singing in the living room with my sister/cousin, as my musical grandmother accompanied us on the piano. I vividly remember my grandmother’s smile of pride as I performed for her girlfriends, who were also her group mates in their gospel group, The Stars of Grace. I loved singing, but growing up in a Baptist church with sangers intimidated me. I just didn’t think my voice was good enough. Strong enough. Churchified enough (I just made that word up, but if you know you know, lol). So, I’d continue to sing in choirs throughout high school, take Opera lessons during my sophomore year of undergrad and sing for the talent portion of pageants I competed in while in college.