Rosa Parks
On the bus she rode
She sat in her seat in the middle
Each stop each turn she was fine
Until a white man all dressed divine
Walked on up to the bus and there he waited
The driver turned and said impatient
“Move, you Negros have to move!”
“Not I, I will not move” said one brave soul
She did not know that she now was in a hole
“Get to the back I said!”
“Nope I won’t move.” She didn’t break a sweat.
They argued and fought a whole awful lot
But in the end, Rosa Parks would win.
She may have been arrested but she
Stood up for freedom or at least
To sit where she pleased, now
We sit wherever we like
No matter if your black or white!
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