Rosa In the Right

Tired and weary, she was feeling, and was not, in no mood, to fuss. After a long day, of working hard, she just want, to get, on the bus. However, she was born, and raised, in a period, one of color, never received, any justice, or respect. Always treated, as if, just an animal, existing, just to do manual labor, of which, the south, would expect. With every item and place, being categorized and separated, with the attitude, that colored, and the white, should never mix. The people, who made it bad, for those, in association with, doing good, for all, were still up, to doing, their dirty tricks. People of color, had to follow, these laws, and guidelines, for following them, meant one's, strict survival. Only so much, of this, could one of color take, so often, some go, to church, for comfort, of a revival. This time thou, no more, could she, then accept, when she did, the right thing, sitting where, the sign, was stated. Because there weren't, no seats, in the front, for a white passenger, she had, to give up, her colored seat, and this time, she debated. Realizing, and fearful, was she, of the danger ahead, by the truth, and her faith, she then, stood her ground. The white bus driver, who felt threatened, lie on her, and had the police remove her, from being bound. Her having to spend, a brief time, in jail, she stirred, up frustration, that has been there, for so long. Because of her, a movement, was then started, making possible, a future, for she, had the courage, when faced, with the wrong.