Made In America HEAR Now Festival (2018)
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) Spanish (Neutral - International)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
America is what happened to me. She sheltered me from a body. Oh, that's a distant dream. She traded the sounds of Tapachula finches and taste of sopa de lengua for the chirp of black capped chickadees and crunch of Cheerios. America is what happened to me. She watched me sneak sips of Kentucky bourbon from the family liquor cabinet, intoxicated with rebellion and drunk from laughter. My friends and I spit shook on promises of lifelong sisterhood. America is what happened to me. She nursed me, a bitter pill of self actualization. I choked on the taunts of my classmates, my throat burn from the law Zinj of suppressed sexual identity. America is what happened to me. She held my hands while I caught and released fireflies between my palms. I paused to wipe sweat beats from my brows. Each balmy summer evening of my youth. America is what happened to me. She blessed our house with the burden of ancestral legacy. A dinner Each night. My mother consecrated the bread and wine of women's equality, hand in hand with my father, who nibbled the her crow set of the American dream when a misled a familia. A recipe that couldn't be torn out of Martha Stewart. Living America is what happened to me. She cradled my Bruce spirit and shuttled me to higher pursuits in our nation's capital. I battled the prisoner's dilemma of looming adulthood and the lies in my head. But she taught me to turn torment into prose because yes, we can. America is what happened to me. She stumbled. Well, I swore she protected me with the promise of opportunity. When I removed my rose colored glasses, The reality blinded me. The lives of Mr Martin. Mr. Browder, those that pulse to Vegas to Parkland flashed faster than the Times Square ticker tape before my eyes and I realized I failed her. America is what happened to me. She couldn't hear me, so I deserted her. I ground my memories into a polling votes so pure gringos could mistake it for the molecular formula C 17 h 21 a four. I tucked them beneath my nails under a bed of Revlon red 3.75 America is what happened to me. I apologize, I muttered profusely. Permit the letter a Lavandera de los Estados Unidos. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America. My boarding pass shielded my heart indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. I hate to look back, and I wondered if she'll ever welcome me home with open arms again, because America is what happened to me.