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Rosa 'FREEDOM' Parks


There She Sat The First Seat To Rest Her Feet Tired From A Day Of Work She Sat And Looked Out The Window Until The Next Stop When The White Man Would Hop On And Change Her Life. Up! He Said. Move Back, You're Black, You Don't Belong up here. Just Move To The Rear! Rosa Sat Unamused She Refused To Move. The bus wouldn't go. The world had to know Just how this tired woman Lent her hand To empower the nation To break free of evasion Confront the world head on Freedom! Her actions yelled. Louder than any word, Loud enough to alert the world. To break the chain Release the reins They no longer control We shall be our own She made a difference, Without making a move. Her tired old feet, Refused to meet The expectations of the white man She held her own in a new way THE new way. Never forget. Always forgive. But stand your ground. Never back down.
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