She only wanted to ride in the front of the bus.
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I fall into the blackest hole in space
my soul now travels through the darkest scene;
a foreign place where there's no time or grace.
I move through tunnels of relentless scream.
A message from my minister of flight:
"From swirling depths you're not allowed escape.
Jim Crow will fall forever out of sight.
It's written here for relevance of hate:
You broke the rules! Your punishment will end
when darkness turns to morning's crashing curse;
when love's the rule regardless of the win
and Rosa sits beside you on that bus."
The clatter of my clock begins to sing
as Monday calls all sinners to its ring.