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White History


I alway sat where I was designated

I Voted too, imediately 

I ate dinner with ease

Where I felt most comfortable

I could read all the signs 

I took regular walks

I dressed nice so I could be photo ready

Because I knew 

I was next In line

At the Time

We were making black history

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