Treasure Island

Rosa Mayfair

(a hospital (hahaha so funny, not))

Rosa Parks


I knew what she did
But I didn't know her name until she died
Now Im not going to lie to you
So I wont claim that I cried
But I'd never thaught
About how brave she was
In refusing to move
From the seat on that bus

Now i think it's sad
That it caused such a stir
That because of her skin
They thaught less of her
That they tried to make her feel
Like she was two feet small
And I think it's sad
That she had to be brave at all

Submitted: Tuesday, January 03, 2006

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  • David Tanguay (1/9/2006 8:03:00 AM)

    If we could have seen, what was hidden inside, we wouln't say move, we would! have been moved! (Report) Reply

  • Liz Munro (1/3/2006 6:29:00 AM)

    What is sadder is that it still happens today.
    love the way you have worded this.
    10/10
    Liz. (Report) Reply

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