Yesterday was the 57th anniversary of the arrest of Rosa Parks. 57 years ago Rosa refused to move from her seat to the back of the bus.
It was only 57 years ago that it was legal to tell someone just because of their skin color they had to give up their seat. Discrimination like this was widely accepted, it took one brave person to stand up and fight it.
Yesterday President Obama visited the bus Rosa Parks was arrested in. It’s a powerful photo.
Don’t forget the recent past.
I really, really love this. Can everyone please remember this?
I like to write stuff. This one is completely spontaneous, except for the first line…
It smells like…new.
I don’t know if I like it. You know what I mean though? New, as in freshly cut grass, harvested grain, a newly built building, untouched books, straight off the press.
I liked it better before. It was more…slimey and dark, and damp. Now it’s light for a bit, then dark, but in the dark it’s peaceful, but there’s still light in the, what’s is called? Sky.
WHY!? It was better before!
It was lonelier before, too. The good kind of lonely where you don’t have to share, you can just be. Like…solitude.
Now, well. There are…things everywhere.
Look over there. You’ll know what I mean when you see it. Yes, by that stream, with the woman dipping her toes in it? Yeah? They’re a nightmare. They have NO IDEA what they’re doing. It’s really funny to watch. They’ve been given this thing called..love. They spend a lot of time attached to each other. I wonder if they realise what they look like. It’s OK, they will soon.
Shh, she’s coming over…