Honestly.. When PoC get to an age where they are able to deeply realize and internalize how intensely and directly racism affects them, as well as able to recognize the little racial microaggressions against them, it truly IS a traumatic experience. Its draining and depressing and painful and scarring. It can very easily make you lose the will to do anything or dream anything. And that is something that whites will never experience, thus never understand how deep this goes.
There are some nights I hold to every note I ever wrote Some nights, I say, “Fuck it all!” Stare at the calendar Waiting for catastrophes, imagining they’d scare me Into changing whatever it is I am changing into…
And you have every right to be scared.
'Cause there are some nights I hold you close, pushing you to hold me Or begging you to lock me up, never let me see the world Some nights, I live in horror of people on the radio Tea parties and Twitter, I’ve never been so bitter
And you, why you wanna stay? Oh my God! Have you listened to me lately? Lately, I’ve been going crazy…
And you, why you wanna stay? Oh my God! Have you listened to me lately? Lately, I’ve been fucking crazy…
There are some nights I wait for someone to save us But I never look inward, try not to look upward And some nights I pray a sign is gonna come to me But usually, I’m just trying to get some sleep…
Okay… That’s it… I think I’m going to set this as my alarm on my phone so I can feel like I’m waking up in heaven on a daily basis.
There’s just something about children’s choirs.
There’s just something about this song
Okay, let me tell you a thing about this song. My mother is a nurse in the NICU with small premature babies. and she had one baby that was born addicted to 5 different drugs. Needless to say, the poor baby had to suffer through intense withdrawals, and my mom discovered that this song was incredibly soothing for the baby while he went through all of his pain. She would play this during his rougher patches, and it would calm him down. So yes, there is something about this song.
This song is a mele (soft, metered song with music) in contrast to an oli (a chant), and translated, it’s a song actually for Chief Kalakaua and Cheifess Lili’ulani. It tells of the beautiful scenery of all the islands, and specifically, a beautiful blooming flower that withstands the summits of each significant peak of Hawaii (including Mauna Kea!). If you contrast the words mele and oli, you will hear them (say them outloud!) how soft, and harsh they are respectively. This mele is comprised of mostly soft, flowing words (save for the name of the mountains!) and the combination of those beautiful words used to name beautiful things and the Children’s Chorus is probably what it is.
Hey petit bébé il faudra se taire Oui même si Papa frappe ta mère Ben il faudra s’y fai-ai-re Je sais qu’il fait mal même quand il s’en va mais c’est tout à fait normal car Papa a les plus gros bra-a-as Et si monsieur louche sur toi Il faudra se taire pendant et après que monsieur te touchera Chut, chut! il faudra se taire C’est dur ouais, c’est dur ouais, mais il faudra s’y faire
Hey, little baby, you’ll have to keep quiet Yes, even if Daddy beats your mom Well, you’ll have to get used to it I know that he hurts her, even when he’s gone But that’s quite normal since Daddy has the biggest arms And if that man eyes you up You’ll have to keep quiet while he’ll be groping you even once it’s over Hush, hush! you’ll have to keep quiet, it’s hard yeah, it’s hard yeah But you’ll have to get used to it