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Summer of 64

Bussed in is what they call it way back when Busted mouth, broken chin Where we the reason of everybody’s sin Can you please just let me in, Don’t wanna get beaten again . Doors breaking, my knees a shaken Don’t know how much more I’ll be taken , So I was sent to change the world Im not a hero , I’m just an little girl I was told I made them url Round and Round but not a twirl Fighting for this equality, what in the world.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 2/23/2025 6:56:00 PM

Dear Me Me, I remember those days of forced bussing, threats and realities of physical violence, and can only imagine the terror experienced by the children involved being forced to attend schools across towns and cities to neighborhoods not their own. Your poignant poem captures the angst of a child in this dire circumstance with soulful finesse. “I’m not a hero, I’m just a little girl” is an emotional gut punch. Impactful poetry. Warmest wishes, dear poet.. ~Susan

Paige Hind

Date: 2/15/2025 6:05:00 PM

Interesting venting - liked your point of viewsN9K

Me Me
Date: 2/15/2025 6:21:00 PM

Appreciate it Paige, unfortunately we are still part of the nightmarish reality…