Monday, February 2, 2015

Happy Black History Month

During Black History Month, I will be sharing some of the poems from my book that are about people that have shaped our history through their willingness to sacrifice.  It is because of them that we can enjoy the privileges we have today.

Rosa Parks
Rosa Parks

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Rosa Parks with Martin Luther King, Jr. in background.
BornRosa Louise McCauley
February 4, 1913
Tuskegee, Alabama, U.S.
DiedOctober 24, 2005 (aged 92)
Detroit, Michigan, U.S.
NationalityAmerican
OccupationCivil rights activist
Known forMontgomery Bus Boycott
Home townTuskegee, Alabama
Spouse(s)Raymond Parks (1932–1977)



Rosa Louise McCauley Parks (February 4, 1913 – October 24, 2005) was an African-American Civil Rights activist, whom the United States Congress called "the first lady of civil rights" and "the mother of the freedom movement".[1] Her birthday, February 4, and the day she was arrested, December 1, have both become Rosa Parks Day, commemorated in both California and Ohio.  from Wikipedia

We celebrate and commemorate Rosa Parks Day on February 4th.  Here's to you Mrs. Parks.  We will forever be thankful for your contribution to Civil Rights.



Ride Rosa Ride

December 1955
One bus ride
Changed the world as we knew it
Altered our destiny,
Redefined history.
One woman boarded the bus
And took a seat
To rest her tired feet.
When asked to stand
She held her head high
And let it all ride
When threatened with jail,
She prevailed.
So, ride Rosa ride
Ride for every stripe to our forefather’s back,
Ride for justice,
Freedom and equality
Ride for you and me.
Ride for every slave that died.
Rest your tired feet and ride.
She was ordered to stand
But that wasn’t in the plan
She held her head high
And let it ride
Tired of accepting what had always been
She threw caution to the wind
Ride Rosa ride.
Take a seat
Rest your tired feet
Hold your head high
And ride
Ride for every stripe to our forefather’s back
Ride for every racial attack
Ride for every injustice we had to face
Take your rightful place.
Hold your head high and ride.
You didn’t realize what you did
But you changed the world as we knew it
That’s what you did.
That’s what you did.
Quietly, peacefully,
You unveiled the ugliness of inequality
When you decided to ride.
Ride Rosa, ride
Hold your head high
Ride, Rosa, ride,
Ride, ride, ride.

Ride Rosa, ride!

copyright Patricia Newman-Harris 2014:  Living the Dream,