Hey Mother Monster, I know you have been busy with ARTPOP, but I really want you to know about me, about a Little Monster that needs your help. My name is Matheus, I’m 16 and live in countryside of São Paulo, Brazil. It’s been a long time since I wanted to write this, but never were brave enough – I always were afraid to write something bad for someone so special and worth to me. Actually I’m kind of confused to write how I feel, I need help and hope that you understand me – I think I feel like you used to feel before becoming a superstar. I’ll write you a bit of my story, I really need you to read this. Sorry my English, I wrote this in Portuguese and my friend translate to me. Since I was younger I suffered bullying at school – for being overweight, people beat me, call me “whale” and things like this, things that really hurt me. At the ending of school, when was next to enter high school I decided to tell friends that I’m gay – and then people started to reject and threat me. That changed me, since this I feel like I’m less than the other, and can’t accept myself the way I am. I grew without family, my mother leaved me when I was a baby, and my father didn’t care about me. My grandmother had to work to support me. When I get 8 years old I met my mother, that carried me to live with her for two years. She’s alcoholic and drug addicted, and while I lived with her, her new husband abused me (sexually), I were almost tortured, sometimes being kicked by her, being leaved without food. She used to tell me that I could never become someone in life, that she never wanted to have me. When I could, I went to live with my grandmother again, and there was my father, who still didn’t care about me. I always like to draw, to create/imagine clothes, and one time my father saw me doing this. He tried to take my drawings, but my grandma didn’t let him. He said that if he see me drawing clothes again he would cut my arms off. Today my father is homeless because of his drug addict, and my mother a prostitute to can support her addict too. I really wish that things were really different, because they had everything to become good people. Today i can live a better life, even with my childhood/adolescent period being humiliated, rejected, or being abused. Inside me, I create hope to be a good person, I create “MaahWay” (like a Jo Calderone, an alter ego - but only can exist inside hahahaha). A drawer, fashion expert, dancer, that creates, that can do things. I still am Matheus, but inside me I have so much tears, fears… I live alone with my grandma yet, the most part of my friends are Little Monster that I only know on internet. Sometimes I met happy people, popular, and I’m here, just alone and dreaming for a good life. Mom, maybe if I didn’t had known your words, your music, history, I would not be still here. Too many times I thought to suicide, to finally give and ending to this – but you gave me hope, and I feel like you became a superstar, I can be something too. I want to thank you, for exist, for be who you are. I really want to meet you, to you know that I’m a tiny Little Monster that loves you. Many times, I’ve cried and just need a hug, from someone who could understand me, your hug. One dream of mine is to show you my drawings, my creations – because you inspire me! Wish I could meet you, and heard that at least one person believes in me. When you came to Brazil, my dream was to go to show and give you a draw with a message, thanking and saying how much important you are to me, how much I love and I am proud of you. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford for the ticket. But know that I would NEVER give up to meet and to hug you. I dream to be someone on life, help who is by my side, I dream to be an artist. Do you believe in me? Please, say that we can meet one day. I love you, so much! With love, MaaWay. xx