the bus rebellion
off from the grind and on the street
I am tired, I am beat
I sit here to rest my feet
I believe there is no reason to give up my seat
on the bus from the street does roll
the racist police man on patrol
he who ad-hears to the white moral code
he says,"miss tell me you weren't born on the road,
the front is whites only on any bus,
why do you try to sit with us"
I looked that man in the eye
and astonished him with my reply
"you talk to me like a dog that drools,
I am sick of your white simple minded rules,
I am no less human than any white man,
the creator made us all part of his earth bound plan"
now i have been arrested for my act
but now the correct attention is in tact
even though this story sounds like none the same
but with out Rosa Parks these civil rights we may not have obtained
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