My Story.

My Voice
I started stuttering when I was seven. The words were always there, sitting on the tip of my tongue, but my jaw would lock. Speaking became a struggle — a battle I was silently losing as it ate away at my confidence and pushed me further into isolation.

Then I discovered rap. Mumbling along to song lyrics, I felt a rhythm and cadence that broke through the barriers my speech could not. Music became my escape, my way of saying what I couldn’t always put into words. Rhythm gave me freedom.

What I once thought was my greatest weakness became one of my greatest strengths.

I make music not just to entertain, but to inspire — and to remind myself that this is still the dragon I have to slay. I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like I’ve done enough, but I do it for that little boy in the photo.

If you’ve read this far, I want you to know this: no voice is too broken to be heard. Music gave me mine. And through it, I want to show that struggle can shape strength, and every story has the power to move people.

– Alan Vellanprasad Durairaj