March 28, 2012

Rosa Parks Poem

Oil and Water


A bus split like oil and water


The dividing


Not because of chemical reaction


But the color of skin



Hinges squeak


The smudged grimy door


Creaks open


To omit a man


His skin milky white



Brooding and gruff


He grunts with a hostile nod


But the seamstress has had enough


She will be strong for her people


Unknowingly starting a revolution



The seamstress


Refusing the conformity of


A brutal but accepted culture



Will teach


And change the world

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