It's techno type music but that what I like during a run. If I listen to my regular music I tend to slow up and speed up depending on the song. I like being a little more consistent.
Although I, along with the majority of the world, am excited that Barack Obama is our President-elect, we CANNOT forget that Bush still has his time within the White House. Unfortunately he appears to be hell-bent on giving the American People a few last "screw you"s on his way out.
I truly wonder if President Bush has the decency to feel ashamed of what he has subjected this country to in the last eight, and particularly last four, years.
"Dear Mr. President" Pink (feat. Indigo Girls)
Dear Mr. President, Come take a walk with me. Let's pretend we're just two people and You're not better than me. I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President, Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy? How can you say No child is left behind? We're not dumb and we're not blind. They're all sitting in your cells While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away? And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you 'bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you 'bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don't know nothing 'bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh
How do you sleep at night? How do you walk with your head held high? Dear Mr. President, You'd never take a walk with me. Would you?
Everywhere I'm turning Nothing seems complete I stand up and I'm searching For the better part of me I hang my head from sorrow state of humanity I wear it on my shoulders Gotta find the strength in me
Cause I am a Superwoman Yes I am Yes she is Even when I'm a mess I still put on a vest With an S on my chest Oh yes I'm a Superwoman
For all the mothers fighting For better days to come And all my women, all my women sitting here trying To come home before the sun And all my sisters Coming together Say yes I will Yes I can
Cause I am a Superwoman Yes I am Yes she is Even when I'm a mess I still put on a vest With an S on my chest Oh yes I'm a Superwoman
When I'm breaking down And I can't be found And I start to get weak Cause no one knows Me underneath these clothes But I can fly We can fly, Oh
Cause I am a Superwoman Yes I am Yes she is Even when I'm a mess I still put on a vest With an S on my chest Oh yes I'm a Superwoman
Seriously, in this day and age, we still need this much change? I sometimes wonder how much progress we've made? With the upcoming election and my own awareness of racial hesitancies within my own group of friends, I have been leaning heavily on my attempts at openmindedness. positivity, and minimizing the negativity that I bring into the world. I truly believe that only with knowledge and openness and hard work can we really start to create a world in which we don't perpetuate the cycle of discrimation. A world in which no one feels that they have the right to discriminate because they have been discriminated against.
Thinking about that on the drive home the other day. Juanes' song Bandera de Manos came on. I'm seriously loving the Random function on the IPod. I felt the lyrics were appropriate. So in case you haven't heard the song, here it is. I'm still looking for a good translation of it into English for those of you who aren't Spanish readers :)
Bandera De Manos - Juanes
Hagamos todos, una bandera con manos negras Una bandera con manos blancas, por un mundo mejor en este momento Hagamos todos, una bandera con manos mestizas, Una bandera con manos inmigrantes por un mundo mejor
Ya, que estamos cansados de tantas historias vencidas tantas promesas nunca cumplidas alcemos el alma y la voz
Y hagamos el amor como una manifestación Que la guerra no da explicación A seguir asi, quemando la piel de tus manos que son las manos mias de tu alma, que es como el alma mia Que ironias, las que nos da la vida mientras miles se mueren de hambre los lideres compran arsenales y asi, siembran dolor
Hagamos todos una solo bandera... todos Derribemos fornteras, todos... por un mundo mejor
En este momento sembremos paz más justicia más dignidad libertad yo naci igualdad.... por un mundo mejor
Ya, que estamos cansados de tantas historias vencidas Tantas promesas nunca cumplidas alcemos el alma y la voz
Y hagamos el amor como una manifestación Que la guerra no da explicación A seguir asi, quemando la piel de tus manos que son las manos mias de tu alma, que es como el alma mia Que ironias, las que nos da la vida mientras miles se mueren de hambre los lideres compran arsenales y asi, siembran dolor y compran arsenales y asi siembran dolor.
