bluefatima

Some say a picture is worth a thousand words. A word by itself has a thousand meanings. Therefore, a picture is worth a million meanings. A song, however, is filled with meaning upon meaning, the numbers of them stretching far beyond a million. Music is the pinnacle of expression, the epitome of freedom, a symphony of emotion. Every note, every measure, every key signature, it all has some hidden meaning behind it. It is almost the anomaly of art; there are so many forms of it, so many stereotypes it can fit into. But music, like clothes, like pictures, like words, makes us who we are. It's the wind blowing through the grass on a humid, summe

How am I different? Is it because I face Mecca 5 times a day? Is my difference found in the way that I pray? Am I different because I have black hair but green eyes? So it’s my hair that makes me different from all of you guys? Why am I hated? Is it because my mom and sisters wear a scarf to be modest? And they’re not even concerned with who men think is the hottest? Or maybe your hate is rooted in my father’s beard Thinking, he’s a dark skinned Arab, something about him has got to be weird Why am I the enemy? Is it because, for one month from dawn to dusk, I fast for my lord? Or maybe cause I wont sit by watch

Sit back and listen, history lesson in the makin Knowledge is what im giving, ignorance im erasin A peaceful little country is the setting for this tale Before the innocent were sent wrongfully to jail Back when it was still bein ruled by a king When there wasn’t this corruption or evil or anything But then along came a spider wicked and cruel Nobody gave him leadership he took it w. a coup That’s when the crimes and the killin began For some reason nobody could stop this evil man Those who disagreed were quickly put to rest He swiftly silenced those who put his power to the test Years of imprisonment and public executio