Chapter 3: Rosa Parks POV

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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It was the first day of December, year of 1955.

They didn’t know what I was thinkin’, I don’t think I really knew either.

But I know what I did, changed everythin’.

My skin’s  dark as dirt, and believe me when I tell you they treated us like it.

I was nothing but a brown bag of trash to them.Their eyes saw my skin color, not my heart. They never really looked at me.

I think that’s why I didn’t get up that first day of December.

The man with white skin stared at me with dark eyes.

My heart danced through my chest,  I could feel it thumpin’ a thousand beats a minute.The bus driver even told me to get a move on,

But my body didn’t budge. Men and woman stared with gapin’ mouths,

Wonderin’ why I did what I did. And when I didn’t move from that seat,

The police showed me my way out off that bus. I guess that’s when finally people realized,

Maybe it was time to make a change.

But I’ll never forget that first day of December.

They didn’t know what I was thinkin’, I don’t think I really knew either.

But I know what I did, changed everythin’.



 


Submitted: April 25, 2016

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