Cry Of The Unheard

Istifanus Sarki

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Description

The demo is a spoken word poem in a child character's voice in English done some years ago for a client. As a versatile voice actor with a wide range of skills, my demo gives a serious female voice, with a touch of a variety of accents including American and Nigerian.

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

Nigerian North African (General) US African American

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
We are the voice without a say, victims of others, decision led to the mistake to face our fate. Our song is an irony of ecstasy. We are the seed who turns beside the sea and hunger in the feast of meat. Yet are denied a sip and a peace. Our song is an irony of ecstasy. The world shuts the pipe of our ears. Her eyes are wailing that they do not hear. Even the sun and the moon refuse to reveal our tears. Our future hangs like a balloon in a position waiting for the world to decide her direction. While the earth licks its lips eager to swallow another seed. Our son is an irony of ecstasy. Our days are nights without light. Our lives are full of darkness and darkness has been our lights. Our song is an irony of ecstasy. Night and day. We groan and moan in pain and sickness with Bill unpaid. Our song is an irony of ecstasy. If we could dictate what elates a man and relate his heart to his smile, then we would not be strange to warm hands and homely embrace. Neither will mystery and shame define for us the way of life in straight. Our song is an irony of ecstasy. We are not without hope of what tomorrow holds. Our plight will someday be known, even as our voices pierce through the heart of the world. And the message written with tears is told for our song is an irony of ecstasy.