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Decicated to the Freedom Riders, 50 years and African American History Month. To the men and women both white and black that stood up against injustice, against the worst possible conditions as they got on the bus.


Submitted:Feb 28, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


I stood

When they watched us get on the bus

I stood

When they kicked us, tripped us and stepped on our feet

I stood

When they yelled obscenities and spat on us

I stood

When they wouldn't let the bus move

I stood

When they cut the tires

I stood

When they set the bus on fire

I stood

When they wouldn't let us out

I stood

When the smoke darken the bus

I stood

When the smoke filled our lungs

I stood

When they finally let us out

I stood

When they beat on me while I tried to breathe clean air

I stood

When the shots rang out and the crowd disperse

I stood

When the gash on my head bleed out across my eyes

I stood

When a little white girl gave me water to drink and wiped my face

I stood

When I couldn't go to their hospital

I stood

When my eyes and lips were too swollen to eat

I stood

When the next day I got back on the bus

I stood

And I'm still standing.





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