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I can’t just be a witness, I’ll stand
Click here for video. Unsecret ~ Be a witness
There’s blood on your hands
The human heart has demands
You’re gonna keep quiet
But you’ve started a riot
There’s ice in your veins
Frozen in your haze
You hide and keep quiet
Now you’ve started a riot
So if you wanna watch the war break out
If you wanna let your silence shout
You can, but I won’t just be a witness,
I’ll stand You can, but I can’t just be a witness
We’re gonna take the streets
Marchin for a bigger dream
Shout til the blind can see
It’s time for us to be free
We’re gonna bring the rain
We’re gonna light the flame
Stand till we see the change
Human, we’re all the same
So if you wanna watch the war break out
If you wanna let your silence shout
You can, but I won’t just be a witness,
I’ll stand You can, but I can’t just be a witness
So if you wanna watch the war break out
If you wanna let your silence shout
You can, but I won’t just be a witness,
I’ll stand You can, but I can’t just be a witness
We’re gonna take the streets
Marchin for a bigger dream
Shout til the blind can see
It’s time for us to be free
We’re gonna bring the rain
We’re gonna light the flame
Stand till we see the change
Human, we’re all the same
But I can’t just be a witness
~Unsecret featuring Fleurie
My first experience with racism
My early school years were spent in East Orange, NJ. We lived on what I remember as the last street in the city populated by white people. We lived right near Watsessing park and I would walk through the park on my way to and from school. I remember the younger grades would enter the front of the building and there were trailers out in front for the 3rd grade population. On my first day of fourth grade I don’t know why none of my older siblings were with me but that was the big day! The day that you had to go to the back of the school to get to your home room.
I was a small mousy looking white girl in a predominantly black area heading into an unknown zone. My sister had asked me once back then how I would feel if she dated a black man. I didn’t understand why she even made the separation of black and white. Maybe I was a naive girl but to my mind and the way I looked at the world I didn’t see how dating could be barred because of someone’s race. Even though I grew up during the race riots I still did not harbor any hostile feelings towards black people. I had no personal experience to feel that way.
I made my way to the back of the building alone and there were two black boys standing off to the side and one said to me “Heeeyyy white cracker……” I don’t remember what he said after that because I was taken by surprise and didn’t know what to say. Before I gathered my thoughts, the other boy said to him “Hey, don’t call her that….” again, I don’t remember what else was said but it felt good, I gathered my thoughts and continued my way into my new classroom.
Maybe that experience is why I have a tendency to always stick up for the underdog. I don’t know who those boys were but they made a positive and lasting impression on me. I always try to make eye contact with people and smile. If I see anyone being mistreated you can bet I will be getting involved.
The Toxic Sky Above
https://153news.net/watch_video.php?v=DDA1UGS4AK5KThe Toxic Sky AboveThis is my first real creative atttempt to combine my love of photography and the horrors I see in the sky. Please click the link below. Thanks for stopping by 💖✨💫
The Journey Begins
Welcome to my first blog.
I have the most difficult time writing since I had a bad experience with my English teacher, Ruth Nadler in high school. She criticized me sharply and it was enough to put aside my desire to express myself in writing, even though I love the English language and word-play. To this day, I tend to labor over each word and the sentence structure. I am aware that I have a unique way of expressing the information I wish to convey. This is due to my brain working much faster than my fingers can translate the vast amount of information streaming through my head. I just can’t get it all put into a conscious stream without stumbling for perfection. -VZ