Rosa Parks Poem by David Michael Jackson

I Wish I Knew Rosa
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

No New Messages Poem by Janet Macon

Tick, click
tick, click
it used to be the
lonely sounds of time
passing that
occupied my mind
but now it is the
incessant clicking
of the mouse
virtual worlds
replacing my real one
click, click
are you there
has anyone dropped by
today just to say
hello?
click, click
the anticipation
of a new friend
stopping by
is whisked away
by three little words
No new messages.

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