Bused Poems - Poems about Bused

... We were bused from Sacramento to Reno. We rode a train from Reno to Salt Lake City. We then bused from SLC to Kansas City. Somewhere along the I-80 route, we crossed the Great Divide. At t......

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...Hello. I was born after the Civil War and met my fate after much civil unrest. You may have never encountered me, but some things you might already know. My name is Jim Crow, and I was born and lived......

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...I Am Also Yours…He Said Of Her (Apropos A Beloved Child) Not until you have been ‘bused and scorned like me, can you ever know how it is to be treated like a child conceived in mortal sin ......

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...She abandoned her home and friends, in fear of brutal gangs pushing drugs and firearms. And walked for months to reach the US border; where ICE agents yanked her child from her arms. No......

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...Times Square was once a sleazy place; You wouldn’t go alone there. When darkness fell, you held on or You’d lose all that you owned there. Today, though, it’s like Disney World, With tourists,......

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...I Am Also Yours…He Said Of Her (Apropos A Beloved Child) Not until you have been ‘Bused and scorned like me, Can you ever know how it is to be? Treated like a child conceived in mortal sin; ......

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...Fir trees droop and brightly glisten, street lamps cast their glow, and listen! sounds of singing drifting lightly o'er the air, as children sprightly fashion snowmen, fat and jolly, wrapped in ......

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... My remaining days, Merely a shadow of those expended. It’s as if I’ve floated through time, Aping smoke, born of a match head, Drifting Indiscriminately, Chasing dreams, oft dwarf......

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...Beaten and Bused, Seem Like A Holocaust. But I Rather Be Free, Then In The System And Lost. You Talking About Struggle, Look At Me. I Too Been Through It, And Im In Need. You Cry Those Cries, And ......

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...INDIAN HEAD, SASKATCHEWAN Used to live in Indian Head - never heard of it ? An island of trees on the treeless prairie railway; Unchanging oasis in a semi desert; Small town bypas......

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...Sticks and stones won't break my poems and terms will never use us, the artist's hope goes it alone, while others just diffuse us! Hip and hop won't take my crop and placard's mentors lose us,......

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...Country Cafeteria in Shelby County, Illinois, 1989 The two weeks I spent in that small town on assignment, I saw no blacks except for two older women regal in every way, hair coife......

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...Casualties of an enforced lifestyle shiver in the breeze Along the rugged roads of old dust and ditches that divide Rest a group of modest enclosures they call home Built out of left over wood and......

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