Accent

Personally, I am from a place where heat is guaranteed, and bacon grease is a precious commodity. A place that is portrayed through the media as a one-stoplight town where hicks marry cousins and can't spell. The ignorance that inherently follows my heritage slithers into my voice and holds fast, much like the roots of our crop stationed deep into the ground, decidedly stationary. If I were to allow this nuisance to continue twisting its vines around my vocal cords, I would be reduced to the mere sound of my voice in comparison to which words were actually being projected from it. It is through intense effort and incessant practice that I have scythed away root after root, to create the perfect 'phone voice.' One devoid of an accent, think MidAtlantic sounding. One that would be listened to for content and not condemned.