Writers Cramp Entry |
The air is brisk and the wind burns my face A long day at work the bus home I chose to take I step in and pay my dues Step out and board through the back Like the colored folks do I find my seat and sit down Get comfortable for the long ride But the bus never starts as it fills up People stare so much I want to hide The driver comes back Says “Ma’am you’ll have to move” I feel shocked as the white people groan I may be black but I deserve a seat too I could choose to get angry To yell and scream How much I hate them for hating us But I continue to sit The driver says he will call the cops But I sit silently and wait Before I know it I am in handcuffs No longer going home after a hard day at work I sit in jail tired and upset Then I get to go since my bond was met Luckily my life was about to change My people heard the words I didn’t have to speak The days passed and plans were set My court day had come My fines were announced All because I chose to sit Something was very wrong with this world People treated people cruel Who am I to tell? But maybe they still do You must remain strong in what you believe But don’t turn dark because you won’t be able to see The world is a big place full of lots of wrong Always follow your heart and you will never be wrong |