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Raymond

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

The fear of being killed
was always on my mind;
never Raymond’s.
He could be beaten,
threatened,
or even killed.
None of those things mattered to him.
He was determined to help black people.
He wanted to make a difference.
I stood beside him through everything,
encouraging him,
helping him.
I risked my life to help Raymond.
After all he was my husband,
and I loved him.

Raymond was part of the Scottsboro Boys and he could be killed because of this. Rosa was scared but she stuck with him through it all.

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The End

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

The end of my life came quick,
but I wasn’t sad to go.
I’ve made something of myself;
I’ve changed people, a lot of people,
in many ways.
As I lay in my coffin beside Raymond,
I think of my whole life.
My good moments,
my bad moments.
They didn’t matter anymore.
I was gone and
only memories of me
remained.

Attacked

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

Bruised and beaten
I sit at the hospital
in complete shock.
Who would do this to me?

As I was going to bed,
the sound of my door being knocked down
stopped me in my tracks.
I’ll never forget that man.
The man that reeked of alcohol,
the man that had nothing but aggression in his eyes.
He demanded that I give him my money.
Fearing my life, I did just that.
In return, I was struck in the face.
I laid on the floor as I watched him leave
like nothing had ever happened.

Rosa was attacked in her apartment by Joseph Skipper in August of 1994.

The Death of a Friend

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

Sitting in the living room, my mother was by my side.
We listened to every word that Dr. King said
through the radio.
Suddenly a different voice made it’s way through the speaker.
It was the minister.
In the middle of his speech, he announced Dr. King’s death.
His words pierced my heart.
I knew people didn’t like him, but how could they
shoot him?
My mother and I stared blankly, still listening to the radio.
We quietly began to weep.

The Fight

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

The day I took a seat on that bus
was the start of a beginning.
Refusing to give that man my seat
was the best thing I’ve ever done.
No more being mistreated,
threatened,
judged.
It was all over.
The fight against segregation had just begun.
and I was determined to win.

Rosa Parks was arrested on Thursday, December 1, 1955 because she refused to give up her seat to a white man.

The Bus

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

The driver of the bus,
the same bus I refused to ride,
was the driver that had me arrested.
I would have never gotten on there
if I would have seen him.
I was tired and I just wanted to go home.
I didn’t pay attention to him as I got on
and took my seat behind those reserved
for the white people.

All the white seats were filled when
a man got on.
He was tall
and white.
The driver told me and four other blacks to move.
They did; however, I did not.

Little did I know,
this simple action was what we needed
all along.

Sewing

Posted: April 17, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA, Rosa Parks-- A Life in Poems

Though my fingers are sore,
I keep sewing.
It’s what I like to do.
Sewing keeps be busy and sane
during the day.
All the needles and thread I’ve
gone through, it’s cost me a lot,
but it’s worth it to me.
Finishing a piece brings joy to me
like nothing else can.
Sewing isn’t just a hobby,
it’s a part of my life
that will never go away.