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Look Back in Anger
by Tabitha Vidaurri
In the 4th grade talent show, I sang “Fields of Gold” by Sting. I sang it “Acapulco,” because the music teacher didn’t have the sheet music - why would she? The act that brought down the house that day was the little girl who sang “Tomorrow” from Annie. Yet I decided to sing a song about an adult man who takes an adult woman to a field of wheat, lays her down, and gently bangs her. The teacher made me censor the line, “Feel her body rise / when you kiss her mouth.” It was my first encounter with censorship.
The following year I was much more ambitious, and I wrote a song to perform with my sister and our two friends. The backup music was the pre-programmed beat on my keyboard and the lyrics went, “Come on, let’s dance/ Let’s have a little romance / I can see it in your eyes, they’re glowing with surprise / We can do the sweet potato, or the twister / it doesn’t matter which one, let’s have some fun/ Fun, surprise, look in your eyes - LET’S DANCE!” Each time we said “Eyes” we pointed at our eyes. My teachers were much happier with the lyrics, but the day before the talent show I came down with the chicken pox and was forbidden to go to school. The girls went ahead and performed the song without me, and my mom reported back that “They did a good job, it was cute.” I was pretty sure this was bullshit.
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