Grandma was it all worth it?

Grandma was it all worth it? The constant tears, the shedding of blood, the ongoing battle Was it all worth it? The bus rides, the protest, the long marches, the pain Was it all worth it? The threats, constant fearing, segregation Was it triumph or failure that you endured? Because now were still a generation of segregation We’re not emancipated, were still yet races Was the fighting worth it? Were the long nights of meetings and marches worth what today’s people value? I can only fathom the suffering and endurance you faced grandma To only be recognize as someone who sat on a bus To be proclaimed a “activist” but not given proper fame To have one month out of twelve that no one respects or honors Were your swollen feet and the hosing of water worth what my generation values important? Grandma am I worth the pain and agony that you sustained?