Transcriber: La Yang
Reviewer: Denise RQ My name is Michaela DePrince. When I first started to write my speech, I thought, maybe, I could give it
a fairytale kind of twist. But only because most people
tell me that my life is a fairytale. But I have to say I strongly disagree. Yes, I got what I've always dreamed of,
but I have to fight for it. I wasn't always called Michaela DePrince. My original name is Mabinty Bangura, and I was born in Sierra Leone,
West Africa in 1995, four years after the bloody civil war. This war would displace thousands of men, it would cause thousands of women
and children to be raped, and over 50,000 people would be killed. My parents were among them. I was born with vitiligo,
a skin condition. It left white patches all over my body. I was different. In Sierra Leone, they didn't understand the fact that just because I had
white patches on my skin, that I was just born this way, they thought I was a curse. They started to call me
"the devil's child," because anybody who would look like this
would be the child of the devil. I was ridiculed and harassed, because I looked different. My parents tried to defend me
as much as they could, but they understood
I'd never get married because of the way I looked. They tried to educate me,
they taught me to read, and they started to save
money for my education. But when my parents passed away,
I was defenseless and alone. I've never been so scared in my life. My uncle took me to the orphanage, knowing that he could never get
a good price for me as a bride, and never came back for me. In the orphanage
we were taken care of by aunties, not like the aunties you have at home,
the aunties who love you. They care about you
no matter what you do. These aunties were uneducated women, who only take care us to bring
food home for their kids. They would wash our clothes
and give us food. But these aunties had their favorites. There were 27 kids in the orphanage. Number 1 got the biggest portion
of food and the first choice of clothes. Number 27 got the smallest portion
of food and the last choice of clothes. I was number 27. Everyday in the orphanage,
I was starving. I have never felt so alone before. How could this happen to me? This is when I realized it was much easier
to not care about anybody because they always ended up leaving me. But then I made a friend in the orphanage. Her name was Mabinty, Mabinty Suma. Number 26 was always in ill health,
sick, but she always had a kind heart. And she was always [full of good cheer]. Number 26 would always listen
to all my fears, and all my dreams. Whenever I was scared,
she would sing to me. When I couldn't fall asleep,
she would tell me a bedtime story. And Number 26 is still doing that
15 years later, as my sister Mia. And one day, the big wind threw a magazine
right onto the gate at the orphanage. I reached out, and I grabbed it. And I saw something. This amazing creature, this person
I have never seen before, she is on her tippytoes,
and in this beautiful pink costume. But what really struck me the most
was the fact that she looked so happy. I hadn't been happy in a long time. So I thought to myself, if she is happy
because this is what she is doing, then, maybe, I could be happy too someday. I had to be this person, I just had to be, in order to become something. So I ripped the cover off the magazine,
and put it in my underwear because I had nowhere else to put it. Because as number 27,
I didn't have anything to do, they would never give me
toys or any clothes, so where else could I put it? And then, a teacher came
to the orphanage to teach us English. She was also pregnant at that time. I showed teacher Sarah the magazine cover, and she explained to me
this person was dancing ballet. She was a ballerina. I was going to be this ballerina,
I just had to be. I'd always go onto my tippytoes everyday
and practice just like the ballerina. I thought, maybe, one day,
with everything going so well, I finally had somebody who cared about me, maybe one day I could be this ballerina. Teacher Sarah cared about me so much, and she knew how important it was
for me to get a good education, so she would always give me extra lessons. After a few extra lessons, teacher Sarah
and I started to walk towards the gate. Me twirling around, trying to be
the ballerina on the magazine. And all of a sudden,
two rebels come towards the gate, [with] a little rebel lagging behind them. And around the corner,
a truck full of them. They were laughing and cheering. They must have been drinking a lot
or under some type of drug. And they saw us. They saw that teacher Sarah was pregnant. They started betting on
whether or not it was a girl or a boy. And so they decided to find out. They took their machetes out
and cut her stomach. It was a baby girl. If it was a boy,
maybe she would have lived because they would taught him
to become a rebel when he was older. But it was a girl, so they cut
her arms and legs off in front of me, and I tried to go save her
so I went underneath the gate. The little boy thought
he should try to copy the older rebels. He took his machete out
and cut my stomach. Now that you've heard my story,
the beginning of my life, do you think it's a fairytale? But soon, my life would turn around. Soon, I would have positivity in my life. I would find out I was going to be adopted
by an American family. It took me a while
to get to my adopted family. We had to walk, all the orphanages,
all the orphan kids had to walk from Makeni, Sierra Leone,
all the way to Guinea, and from Guinea
we took a plane to [Accra, Ghana]. I was very sick when I got off the plane,
and just miserable, and you know... How could my life get any better? I was a devil's child; of course
nothing good could happen to me. And also I was miserable because I thought
I would never see my best friend again. But then I saw her,
the lady in the bright red shoes. With the bright white, white, white hair;
I have never seen anything like it before. She was my new mamma. She reached out and said,
"I'm your new mamma." She grabbed my hand,
and my best friend's hand, and walked us away. I was getting adopted with my best friend. We got to the hotel, and once my mum put her luggage down,
I looked through everything, I looked through every nook and cranny trying to find my pointe shoes,
my tiara, and my tutu, because isn't that
what always happens in a fairytale? But they weren't there. I didn't speak any English, so I thought the only way I could show her
was to show her the magazine. I took it out of my underwear,
and I showed her, and she understood right away. She said: "You will dance." When I got to the U.S.,
I started taking ballet classes. My mum drove me every single day. Except before my first ballet class, I was so scared to show my spots
for the kids to make fun of me. I begged my mamma to please buy me
a leotard to hide all my spots. It was a long sleeved leotard
that went all the way up to my neck. It was so hot in it
she had to take it off right away. And I put on
my pink leotards and tights. I went to class once a week, twice a week, and then, eventually,
by the time I was 10 years old, I was dancing five times a week. I worked as hard as I possibly could
because I had to be this ballerina; it was the only way for me to be happy. But while I was working hard,
I lost somebody. I lost my 24-year-old brother, Teddy. He was the person who made me
be able to trust men again, to not be scared of black men
who were shouting, to not be scared of men in general,
to not be scared of my own father. And again, this is what always happens
when I care about people. They always die and leave me. I decided to push my family away because if they died and left me
I don't know what I could do. I didn't want them to die
because I cared about them. But my parents were able to convince me that even though the people
I love may die, their love will always stay with me. Their love is a part of who I am today. I worked hard for many, many years.
and then, finally, my hard work paid off. I got accepted
into a professional ballet company. I had become the ballerina
that I've always dreamed of. I couldn't believe it. How could this happen to me?
Again, I was the devil's child. With all this hard work going on, I didn't think that any dream
like this could ever come true. I was very happy, finally. For once. But the reason why I am here today,
the reason why I am telling you my story is because I want to encourage
young people to aspire to dream. I want people to understand that it is OK to be different,
it is OK to stand out. I'm different. And I want you to understand
to believe in yourself, to believe that you have talent
even if you don't think you do. No matter what circumstances
you are under, no matter how poor, or how sad
you are at any given moment, believe. And dare to dream.
Dare to push boundaries. Dare to be different, dare
to stand out, and all above. And last but not least,
don't be afraid of living and loving. And this is how I express myself. (Ballet dancing) (Applause)
