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{SPEAKER name="Regie Cabico"}
Afternoon in Pangasinan, with no electricity, I did not grow up in the Philippines. I was i-in college by the time I remembered what was going on.

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And so they have these things called brown outs, where the electricity goes. Like why do they call it brown outs? So that s-just caus filipinos are brown.

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So um--an afternoon in Pangasinan with no electricity.

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In the yellow of butter, my mother colors my skin. In the yellow of sun, my skin becomes brown. In the yellow of yolk, my grandfather finds an egg.

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In the yellow of noon, we swallow the baby chick. But look they call it, long life he says and discards the purple shell.

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{SPEAKER name="Audience"}
Alright [[applause]]

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{SPEAKER name="Jerrica Escoto"}
How are we doing? Good, great, awesome, okay.

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I slept in your bedroom. I should--do a disclaimer for thing poem, um-

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So I have a series of poems that are called my American father and it's poems that I wrote or I written about my relationship with my father during different phases in my life.

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Um--so this is something that I wrote. This is part to that I wrote about five years ago for my dad.

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I slept in your bedroom the night you were in the hospital. Mom woke me up in the middle of the night and asked me to fill your space and suddenly I became your substitute on a California King that wasn't big enough for her to feel safety without you.

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Dad, when you sleep, you lie on your side unmoving. I told you that you never needed to waste all that money on such a big bed but you wanted to dream on something bigger.

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You thought maybe sleeping like a king would get you closer to the-