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The Little Rock Nine


They walked to school heads held high not knowing what awaited them but they had to try What you see are nine black faces, walking forward towards a crowd full of hatred. They didn’t show fear as they moved along though the people in the crowed did them wrong . They wondered why they deserved such a fate and how so many people could be filled with such hate. “What are you doing?” They hissed and sneered though the answer to that question was pretty clear. All they wanted was to got to an all white school but no black would be able to. Each day they blocked there way but they showed true courage and tried again and again till one day they let them in. They changed the world with that simple act braking the line between white and black.
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