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"The Way"


She's had a long day at work and so she decides to sit in the first row unbeknownst to her 5 blocks away await more whites to get on the bus through the wide gate she looks and sees there's no more seats but why should she get up, she has blisters on her feet the bus driver screams, yells, threatens even but Mrs. Parks is tired of gettin' up and leavin We deserve to be free and have the same opportunities so she tells him NO and off he goes to get the police why can't we just have some peace she wonders being escorted to jail not knowing E.D. Nixon has come to pay her bail and so they march, march and march all day with Dr. King and Rosa Parks leading the way November of fifty six, no more cruel bus tricks Segregation ruled unconstitutional, and very irrational For many blacks and whites alike will never forget that day Of the valiant woman, Mrs. Parks who led the way.
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