Sit Down

Sit down, Rosa, you know you can’t win.
Sit down, why try when they have white skin?
It’s just a futile effort, a losing game,
It will only result in your shame.

But did she sit down? Why no.
Rosa kept fighting, refusing to take a blow.
She would not sit down, not give up,
She kept on standing despite their gossip.

Her simple act of refusing to sit down
Changed our world, our town.
Along with the words ‘I have a dream’,
Both races slowly began to form a team.

Rosa Parks fought for her rights on a bus,
And even today we call this woman fearless.
Sit down, Rosa, you knew you couldn’t win.
Sit down. In the end it didn’t matter that you had black skin.


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