LittleRockNine
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As I walked up to school I thought it was raining
But no it was just her spit.
I was looking for a friendly face smiling
Which was something I’d never get.
The “brilliant” plan wasn’t blossoming
Protected saplings;
Symbols of what Anne Frank viewed for years.
Her entries foretold what America would cherish,
And gift to seven of the nine discriminated students
Of Little Rock Nine.
