Colin is a Singer!

Everyone has their own creative way of expressing things- through drawing, performances, and songs.

The Creative Expression (which is part of POP) is one of the platforms to express such creativity. The Creative Expression showcase took place during ET on Thursday, May 18th where the eighth grade presented their POP topics in unique ways.

Colin Singer was one of the performers who wrote a song about Domestic Violence against Women called: The Unfinished Letter.

In curiosity to learn more about Colin’s song, The Direct Message interviewed him.

Neha: What is the meaning behind the title of your song?

Colin: The reason why I chose the Unfinished Letter to be my song title is because it symbolizes the comparison of young girls to young boys. As soon as little girls are born in India, they immediately have a lower ranking in society than boys. I chose to put this [the title of the song] as Unfinished Letter because their [young girl’s] story can never quite be fully told, or sent out into the real world, rather than young boys in India.

Neha: What was the message you were trying to get across to the audience?

Colin: I couldn’t only focus on domestic violence in my song, so I wanted to make the message about gender inequality against women in India, and how big this problem is.

The lyrics of Colin’s song are as follows.

In the darkness of the room A little girl stood there Like a baby in a womb Eyes closed and no threat She didn’t need a shield She wouldn’t have to fret For the girl in the womb Was as safe as she was dead

Little girls are crying On how their brothers are learning While they’re stuck at home working On the dish that needs drying Little girls are crying Dreaming that it’ll get better But dreams don’t happen If you’re the unfinished letter

But when the day’s end And they’re stuck at home alone You feel nothing but pavement The cold hard ground on your bones They just wish these people Wouldn’t make negative tones They’ve got no power And hope they don’t throw stones

When she grows up The rules will never change Because who will develop If you have nothing to arrange And she’ll still go on Being ridiculed Because a girl phenomenon Is nothing but a

But when the day’s end And they’re stuck at home alone You feel nothing but pavement The cold hard ground on your bones They just wish these people Wouldn’t make negative tones They’ve got no power And hope they don’t throw stones

She grew up to be a girl phenomenon She wasn’t the first woman For violence to go on and on Too much of her being beaten Caused her to be done

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