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The Woman Who Put Up a Fight- Rosa Parks


After a long day of work I wanted to go home, So I waited for next bus all alone. Sitting in my seat along for the ride, People were glaring at me with their very own eyes. I knew where I was sitting was definitely not right, But I wasn’t worried; I wasn’t going to move without a fight. Head to the back of the bus is what I was told, But all I could let out was a very loud no! The people around me gasped and stared, But there was not a piece of me that was the slightest bit scared. The bus driver said, “Hey lady you’ve got to move!” And I replied, “Aren’t you being a little rude?” After the exchange of words I decided to move, But it wasn’t what the people expected me to do. Instead of going to the back, Which was rudely designated for the blacks, I slid over to the next seat away from mine, And all of the people’s faces grew long and wide. They could not believe what I was doing, they were in utter despair. But I knew all this town needed was a little repair. It was time for the segregation to end, Although everyone knew many opinions wouldn’t bend. All we wanted was our god given rights, And darlin’ we weren’t going down without a fight. The driver said once more, “I’m going to have to call the cops” And I said, “Fine, but I’m not giving up!” The civil rights movement was in 1955, I never thought I would be able to survive. The day came where I got to see my rights, And now I am known as the woman who put up a fight!
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