Why Do You All Push Us Around?

When That White Driver Stepped Back Toward Us, When He Waved His Hand And Ordered Us Up And Out Of Our Seats, I Felt A Determination Cover My Body Like A Quilt On A Winter Night.

Knowing What Must Be Done Does Away With Fear.

I Had Given Up My Seat Before, But This Day, I Was Especially Tired. Tired From My Work As A Seamstress, And Tired From The Ache In My Heart.

If I Stayed Angry At Other People, I Would Miss Finding Friends Among Those I Was Angry With.

Our Mistreatment Was Just Not Right, And I Was Tired Of It.