Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

(this is a poem i posted first at Thistles and Marigolds a few minutes ago - may it trigger you to add your own response)

24/25 Rosa!

Rosa Parks
you, woman of simple strength
sitting when sitting was a crime
standing up for what you believe,
when what you believed was ignored
changing history in a single decision
inspiring a country with a one-track mind
freedom claimed
when freedom was denied
and here you've gone and died

i won't forget
i won't forget to remind others
i won't forget to do as you did and did again and again
the fight became your fight
the abstractions became facts

i won't forget
dear Rosa Parks


Rosa Parks died Monday, October 24th at the age of 92. Thank you for living your life, dear lady.

judih
oct 25, Israel time.

rosa
rose among
roses, a garden
beauty, a speaker
of spring, all colors welcome,
a gardening delight, all seeded
in a fertile bed, every variety speaking,
singing up rights to be! rosa rosa, free
as a released spirit, taking a stand,
a seat for you and me....
rosa
rose among
roses, a vigilent
garden girl, a floral
bouquet, the way
she grew, her stalk,
her talk which made
claim to place and rights,
midnight skin,
its limelight shone
to mark passage from ignorance
to acknowledgement.

rosa
rose among
roses, a vigilent
lady, a missed vine,
a nurturing garden girl,
a full-color presentation,
revolutionary soil,
her bed overturned
with pitchfork accuracy!

rosa
rose among
roses, a garden
beauty, a speaker,
a missed vine,
a nurturing garden girl.

beauty comes in scents
the sense to stop
a gardener of delights
enlightening the darkness of fools

oh rose, a single bloom
in a crowded bus of thorns
prick our conscience!

as we may prick on
(to prick=to remind)

92 stode up to
the tale of a woman
who said, "no more!"
changed lives, Rosa did.......

Rosa spoke truth to power
heroes happen
she said she was just an ordinary person
coming home after a hard day of working for the yankee dollar
had enough foolishness
suffiecient unto one day was the evil there of
spoke right back to the law man
do your worse, arrest me (not to put words in her mouth)
she put the fear of god into alabama racists.

Rest in peace Rosa
you will go down in history
a thousand years from now
cause time loves heroes and happy endings.

yeah, well, the happy ending ain't happened yet
where are human rights, today?
who's fighting for right, today?

what's right about life today?
What's happened since MLK and Rosa did their thing?
Who's fightin for right today?

Afro-Americans and Jewish Americans used to be pals
Whose pals are they, today?

Who's on the side of truth, today?
Let's keep it going, hey
The happy ending is long long away

Forget about black and white
for get about what is right and wrong
forget about never again
Rosa did not act from anger
she was not looking for revenge
She had laid her head upon her saviors breast
She had the compassion of a budha in her heart
She was a peaceful as A Mahatma
She just had a hard day and was tired
I don't care how far we got to go
She made a giant leap for all of us that day

The happy ending is long long away

no shit sherlock you must think I am a fuking idiot.

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must keep on goin
idiotic or not
we gotta keep on goin

I can not help thinking what a pittance we the spend on Africa, and how many billions we spend on Israel. It seems to me that we could better use that money here. You got so many pass ports, and all I got is one. Rosa shared a stage with Farakan during the million man march. But it was Martin a twenty six year old baptist minister that showed her the way to go. The broken alliance between Jews and Blacks in America has roots in the middle east.

Talk about a long way to go. We have two neighbors and neither one is firing rockets on us. Maybe because we got ten thousand nuclear war heads, not a paltry nine hundred like Israel.

Oh sister where art thou?

no jam here
I lost the beat
rosa so easy on my mind
no matter how far we got to go
rosie is always gentle on my mind
a happy life to be savored
a time to look back and see how far we have come

not a time for me to be angry about
dead bodies rotting in the streets of NO
dead black bodies
I never saw no white bodies
just bloated black bodies
tell me about how far we got to go

she had a good life
I just want to celebrate it
You can bet there will be joyous music at her funeral
The blacks have taken the heat for the jews
here in the good old ussr
don't judge us from what you see on TV
or were you judging me?

angry women
she must have been about three
about two foot tall
I was kneeling in a truck stop
looking at come tapes on the bottom shelf
she come up and started wailing on me
hitting me with all her strength
she had caught my scent
I laughed
but I wondered
why.

must be my karma

so one more stop for Rosa's bus
She lies in state below the capital rotunda
The only woman to have made that sceene
I find that depressing
talk about a long way to go
a few minutes progress for blacks,
a few steps in the right direction for women and children
daylight savings time ends this morning
fall back, the clocks get turned back
and in the war against women and children
we want to turn the clocks back a hundred years
take away the votes, take away reproductive rights
take away equal pay, maternity leave, take away headstart
yeah I ain't that worried about how far we still got to go
what worries me is how far we have come and how far back we could fall.

keep the button pushed
keep the foot on the gas
keep the bus movin

spontaneous gibberish

hammer hammer
ten four front door
big sister

roll on big mama
my gold standard
my sister my self

forgot to wish you hugs of peace, love and all that bullsh*t