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Undertow
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My vlog
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Born Here · watch on Cantina
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Me & Maní
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Rising Higher
Mira Vance sells out arenas with a face the world calls alien. Today she climbs the Capitol steps, past a crowd split down the middle, to sit in front of a Senate committee that wants to decide what she is.
A senator with a sick daughter says she isn't human. The priest who delivered her in a snowstorm says she is. Then a stranger stands up in the gallery with news from the other side of the world, and nothing about Mira's life will be the same.
No tutorial works on my face, so I made my own. Makeup, bad days, good days, and whatever Maní destroyed this week, straight from the farmhouse.
A shelter dog from Bogotá with one ear up and one ear down, afraid of stairs, in love with my bed. These are his stories. I just live here.
Tell me what you're going through and I'll give you the right song for it, one from my record collection or one of mine, and I'll tell you why.
Maní might interrupt. He does that.
Snow days, stage lights, a dog named Maní, and whatever my face is doing today.
After Snow Day and Undertow, the third record. Written barefoot, recorded in one take, about the one place nobody can argue she's from.
Twenty-five years ago, seven babies were born on the same night, in seven countries, with faces no one had ever seen. Six grew up behind government walls.
One grew up barefoot in a Pennsylvania farmhouse, writing songs, and became the most loved voice on the planet. Now the U.S. Senate wants to decide whether she counts as a person. Far away, in a sanctuary in the jungle, someone like her is dying, and asking for her by name.
Born Here. A story about who gets to decide what's human.