I Can't Breathe
H.E.R.
[…]
Trying times all the time
Destruction of minds, bodies, and human rights
Stripped of bloodlines, whipped and confined
This is the American pride
It’s justifying a genocide
Romanticizing the theft and bloodshed
That made America the land of the free
To take a black life, land of the free
To bring a gun to a peaceful fight for civil rights
You are desensitized to pulling triggers on innocent lives
Because that’s how we got here in the first place
These wounds sink deeper than the bullet
Your entitled hands could ever reach
Generations and generations of pain, fear, and anxiety
Equality is walking without intuition
Saying the protector and the killer is wearing the same uniform
The revolution is not televised
Media perception is forced down the throats of closed minds
So it’s lies in the headlines
And generations of supremacy resulting in your ignorant, privileged eyes
We breathe the same and we bleed the same
But still, we don’t see the same
Be thankful we are God-fearing
Because we do not seek revenge
We seek justice, we are past fear
[…]
Disponível em: https://www.vagalume.com.br. Acesso em 25 fev. 2021.
Canções de protesto estão sendo cada vez mais comuns na sociedade americana que enfrenta, há décadas, uma sangrenta batalha por igualdade social. Os vocábulos desensitized e wounds, na música apresentada, ajudam a construir uma reflexão sobre