Civil Rights Activist Rosa Parks This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Bus pulls up,
You were tired from work that day.
Sitting down now,
Waiting to go;
Whites only,
A sign read.
Another one:
Whites front, coloreds rear.
Looking out the window
To find a place so diverse;
Whites on one side
Coloreds on another.
Dreaming of a place
Where you weren’t judge by your race.
“Move it,” a man says.
Too tired to move,
You just stay.
Bus driver comes back;
He’s angry.
“Go to the rear,” he says.
You’ve been working all day,
Too tired to move,
So you stay seated.
He gets a cop;
Everyone thinks you’re crazy,
But you stay.
Cop gets on,
Tells you to move,
You don’t.
You’ve been arrested,
In a cell dreaming of a day
When God’s children will change.
You’re free;
Boycott begins
No blacks ride the bus,
“No riders today,” you hear
About a year later,
Bus laws change;
You sit anywhere you want.
You changed America for others.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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