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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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