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Deianira

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since March 2013
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1995

March 30, 2013
(poems go here) ON a a day in late December sat a woman I quite remember With tired feet and an aching back She sat back as the bus kept rolling on the path When the stop enter there she refused and was soon arrested for her crimes the few Then the boycott began are because of this marvelous woman Front runner the big mad the doctor so to speak Who talked so well in all his speeches even the deaf could hear But soon after his death all stared to become more well This country has changed and so have we For Rosa Parks Shall see (Rosa Parks Feb 4, 1913- Oct 5, 2005) (Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Jan 15, 1929-April 4, 1968)
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