I Wish I Knew Rosa | Poem

I wish I knew Rosa, but what would I tell her?
That I stood up in the back of the bus,
or that I sat down n the front with her.
Quietly in my corner, I wonder.
Don't start a fuss Rosa.
are you crazy?
What you thinkin'?
they won't hang you?
They'd hang you, dear Rosa.
so run, don't expect that seat
run for your own good
for your family
run
so we are left with that my dear sweet lady, who,
more than the speeches,
more than the names in
history books, the lady who
sat down in the front
and did not
run

- David Jackson

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