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
If we could have seen, what was hidden inside, we wouln't say move, we would! have been moved!
What is sadder is that it still happens today. love the way you have worded this. 10/10 Liz.
An excellent poem. Your compassion becomes you. Kind regards, Sandra Fowler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its sad how us blacks had to fight for a voice and rosa parks actually done that so give thanx to her and all the blacks that tried and make a difference