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We Are More


They refused to serve us lunch Because our skin was black. They chose our seating on the bus Because our skin was black. They beat the white supporters Until their skin was black. Bystanders stood and stared It was their backbone that they lacked They preached we weren’t equal Because our skin was black. They swore us undeserving Because our skin was black. Yet he stood in front of crowds And proved us more than that Martin took us by the hand And showed us another path And she stood her ground and said- I’m not going to the back She would not be condemned Because her skin was black. Rosa sat in that bus seat And was not looking back We are a people We are a voice We have equal rights We have every choice We are not a color And we will not be dismissed Our history has proved That we are much more than this.
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