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Being Secretary

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

Aside from being challenging,
I liked being the secretary for the NAACP.
All the letters,
phone calls,
payments;
They kept me busy,
but I didn’t mind.
I read cases upon cases of discrimination
of violence against black people.
That was probably the worst part of my job.
Reading the cases aggravated me to the point that
I had to do something
and fast.

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People Don’t Understand

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

People just don’t understand what it’s like to be black.
I get called names or threatened everyday
just because my skin is dark.
It’s like they can’t see past it,
even if there is a real person underneath.
I’m just like everyone else.
I have thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams.
How can I make my hope and dreams come true if no one cares?

Getting an Education

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

Why does it have to be this hard?
I bounce from one school to the next,
just trying to get an education.
It’s a never ending battle for me.
I’m a simple teenager just trying to learn,
but the white people have to make it so hard.
I’m tired of being pushed around.
It’s time to take a stand.

The Guy That Treated Me Normal

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

After being treated normal by a white guy,
I wanted everyone to be like that.
He treated me like a kid,
and not just a black kid.
The way I felt then
has always stayed with me.
I wanted more.
I wanted to be treated like everyone else.
I wanted to be able to go outside and
not get threatened or insulted.
The man that treated me normal,
the man that looked over the color of my skin,
has changed me,
forever.

As a child, Rosa met a white man that treated her like a normal kid, not just a black one.

It’s Not Fair

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

Living with my dad
in Tuskegee, Alabama;
just me and my mom.

Always being misjudged and

talked about

just because the color of my skin.

I’m just a normal kid,

but nobody sees anything but my skin

when they look at me.

It’s not fair..