Joyce Chua
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

A mature review and appraisal of Eminem’s work. Art is indeed sometimes the only outlet many disaffected youths have, and the worst thing we can do it continually censor them and stifle them even more.

I like the fact that Eminem doesn’t simply rap about girls and fast cars and sex like most other rappers. His music is made of flesh and bone, and it is there in those words and rhymes that he spits that we find a part of ourselves we didn’t know, an emotion we didn’t realise we could relate to, a reality we weren’t aware of. Great artists open our eyes to that.

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    Joyce Chua

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    Magazine editor by day, novelist by night. Author of award-winning YA novel, LAMBS FOR DINNER. Rants and raves at thewritesofpassage.wordpress.com