I am the Rock
Arriving to the location
Bewildered by the scene
Screams oh the screams
Filled with hatred
And slipped with ease
Walking up the steps
Terrified and shaking like a tambourine
Awakening my dignity that slept
“Get out of here you negroes”
The protesters ringed
Anger filled their eyes
Rage raced through their veins
Adrenaline hyping me up to get away
But my pride swayed me to stay
Face the hate; my pride sang
My tears being bullets
And my eyes loaded guns
I was bowed away and I began to run
I shunned the crowd
Satisfied and yet not proud
Returning to the angry mob
I listened to my pride and faced the hate
I walked tall like a tree as I anticipate my fate
Hit in the head, spat on in the face?
Oh no not today
Should I lay down and let love die, No not I
I walked with the air borne members
Should I stand up and let love live. Yes, Yes! I survived
I graduated above all this
Held my ground after the airborne members left me
After all the segregation
I am the rock
After the attempts of integration
I am the rock
Even during the hatred I was the rock
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