Poem
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Keeping my head to the sky. I will close my eyes and listen for the sparrows. Whistle the rivers, roll the trees, whisper their journey to freedom. As the wind whites my tears and holds me near. I will embrace the gift of this breath. Inhaling one reverence wonder I do here deep down, I seek and reach for hope and healing for every black body that couldn't but left their names for us to remember the unknown surrender of our final Yeah, they are uh to seek soft landings, safe circles, sacred community you are worthy of. And remember the one whose affection was blood bought and redeemed for you too. I didn't. Noonday sun ranches out I claim with intention. Each one of my grandmothers prayers tied close to her breast and even those unfound than a lost and abandoned cedar wood that receipts you clean and rights of liberation. Cashing in the full return of peace, joy and blessings. No more stress and press and be validated by the white stare. Try true and grounded. I declare freedom.