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Making History


They force us to the back of the bus, They make us go to different facilities, They treat us as if we dont belong. Who are they? They are the whites. We get tossed shoved and they think it's fine. Every time we try to speak us they don't listen. Raising our voices doesn't work. Who are they? They are the whites It wasn't until Reverend Martin Luther King Jr., That blacks were heard all around the country. It wasn't until Rosa Parks, That blacks were able to mingle with whites in public places Who are they? They are the whites. Who are we? We are the blacks and we're making history
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