Writing

Thank you Rosa Parks, for the good you did.

Thank you for standing up and fighting back.

Thank you for bringing a country to be proud of.

Though, I fear you wouldn't be happy with the turn we've taken.

A door stands quiet, out of sight, 
Its edges lined with silver light. 
It hums a tune both soft and low, 
Of secret lands the brave may know. 

This is a reflection a boy who bullied me when I was younger. Now, I think I might understand what he was going through.


He scarred me.

Deep.

into my bones.

It feels like

Grief.

Her name was Maria 

My mom's friend Maria 

La mariposa she says 

Soy la mariposa 

Because she spread her wings 

To the land of kings 

America was once known

For its promise

The American promise

That stated everyone was equal

No matter their race

Or gender

Now it’s known

(Lights lift up in hallway, WINNIE and BEA step out stage right while Rebecca comes out stage left)

WINNIE

Hey ‘Becca you wanna come to my place after school?