I've listened to hippop, I like the rhythm of the music and the plausible lyrics, but in fact, I'm just listening to the melody, I don't understand the lyrics, I don't understand the story behind the lyrics, I don't understand the story behind the singer, behind the black people stories, and stories of people fighting for their lives. The dean is right, she just wants to play by the rules and defend her rights. The husband is right, he just wants to be a normal husband and wants the tenderness from his wife. The students are not wrong, but they are born with injustice and can only accept the cold reality. My father and mother were beaten to death, my friend was shot to death, and I was mistakenly locked up in a juvenile detention center since I was a child. Everything is so real and real. Whites blame blacks for violence, drugs, and chaos, blacks hate whites for shootings, prisons, and discrimination. I don't know who is the source of the wrong, I know that hatred can be passed on, it can be infected, it can spread, it can be written, it can be sung, it can be shot in the barrel of a gun like a bullet. I don’t know when discrimination will be eliminated. I know that there will still be black people shot to death by white police, teachers and students shot by rioters, and races being trampled at the bottom. But I know that things will go in a good direction one day because of Erin and Meeps. Not just because she's a teacher, she's a servant, but they want to change people who are in trouble, they don't want people to be in pain, that's who they are, they're capable of doing those things. The black and white students eliminated the estrangement, the dean saw the changes in the students, and Irene continued to stay with them. And the husband left her because they were not a qualified wife at the time, and neither of them was the right person. However, I think everything is worth it, Erin's behavior is not only out of kindness, but bravely being herself. I think the reality may be far more cruel than the story, but we have seen change, we have seen hope. Everyone is a freelance writer in their own life, and everyone is fighting in their own life. Love is more powerful than hate, she is as good as a gun. Peace & love
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