Spoken Word

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Cruz:
[reading poetry] I want to get shot and die a noble death. / I want to get shot saving someone's life. / I want to get shot because getting shot hurts. / I want to get shot so that I can rest. / My body can't affort my lifestyle anymore. / I want to get shot because it's quick - and painful. / I've had a good life. Few regrets. / I just want a new scar to remind me of how lucky I am. / I know I'm going go die. But death has to find me. / And until death finds me, it's my life. / What am I gonna do today? I don't know. / As long as I don't get shot.

Cruz:
And the last month months, you've - you've been - um...

Cruz-Sr.:
Preparing to die? You cannot prepare for death any more than you can prepare for the arrival of a very bad fart.

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Roberto:
[reading poetry] The place where I'm from. / Do you care? / I did not make it. / I did not pick it. / I'm not a project or system that needs fixing. / People who ask - they don't know my future. / I will tell them / where I'm from / when I get there.

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Voice:
If what you do and how you live does not feed the fire in your heart and blossom in poems or dances or art or painting or film, then you got to leave and quit and do not turn back, you got to move away from that which would mold your gift, break it, disrespect it, or kill it. You've got to guard it and nurture it and take your full-flung honorable heart and plunge it into the fire, into the stars, into the trees on a windy day, into the hearts of others' grieving sorrow, and you got to love and restore them, restore the dream by writing of its again-discovered wild beauty. I tell you, if it does not feed the fire of your creativity, then you have got to leave!