Tired…
She was so tired…
Tired of the struggle…
Tired of the inequity…
Tired of being treated
as something other
than human
The bus doors open
She steps aboard
Looked down that
long aisle to the
back and thought
Enough…
Today is the day
I refuse to be
something I am
NOT…
I deserve the
Respect…
the option…
the RIGHT…
to sit in the front
section of this bus
to sit in any seat
I choose
And…
So it began…
Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
Today’s prompt … write a historic poem.
*This poem was written in honor of and dedicated to Rosa Parks and her strength, dignity and pride for the Civil Rights of all people regardless of color, gender, or race. The bus seat was/is symbolic for the fight that continues to this day.
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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