On the bus to Montgomery I knew that anger was ahead and crazy white mobs would toss Coke bottles and rocks and any other hard thing that was at hand. Hate is hard. But we sing. Love rises in this throaty chorus.
you may ask yourself, well, how did i get here
On the bus to Montgomery I knew that anger was ahead and crazy white mobs would toss Coke bottles and rocks and any other hard thing that was at hand. Hate is hard. But we sing. Love rises in this throaty chorus.
I always love your responses to these prompts. Very well done!
Thank you — and thanks for the follow!
nice! love the way you responded to the prompt
Thanks so much. Glad you enjoyed it.
Powerful and defiant message here. Good one.
Thanks, Paul! Defiant is good!
“Throaty chorus” is a great sound…
I was afraid it would sound too coarse but I’m happy you liked it! Thanks for reading, Natalie!
Nice answer for why the caged bird sings: bravado (the singing) overrides their arrogant imprisonment.
Yes, indeed, joyous bravado overcomes everything. That’s my theory anyway. Thanks for reading and commenting, Jacqueline.
i love the end. “but we sing. love rises…”
bravo.
I’m so glad. Thank you! I appreciate your reading.
Really nice. Clear images. Well done.
Thank you. I love your blog’s name.
Thanks. Your blog has an interesting one too 🙂
I like to think love eventually conquers hate. But it seems we’re still struggling with that, even in 2014.
Me too, Stacie. It’s been a rough century so far, hasn’t it? I struggled with this prompt because my own hope keeps shrinking. Sigh.
Love always wins.
Thanks, Patricia. I’m counting on that too.
Always sing, even through the worst of times.
Thanks for reading and posting, M.L. I think singing might be everything.
I love your responses!
Aww, thanks, Jen. I love writing them. I let my crazy brain write this one at 8am yesterday, so that I’d get on the grid.
This is such an emotional, meaningful response to the prompt. Although there is still too much hard hate in the world, imagining Rosa Parks reading this makes me happy about how far we’ve come 🙂
Thanks so much for your kind, lovely words, C.C. I was too young to be a Freedom Rider (I was 1 year old) but I would like to think if I were old enough, I would have joined up. Oddly enough, they met in Ohio to organize–I believe before the buses left D.C. I love that.
The ride from the beginning of the poem to the end feels like going from confrontation to a church revival. Loved it, Meg! Beautiful!
Thank you, Nate. As always, your kind comments mean the world to me. I’m glad you liked it.
Beautiful last line. Your rhythm is always perfect.
Aww, thanks, Jennifer! The rhythm, ironically, is always a happy accident.
It’s in your soul, apparently 🙂
Excellent closing line! The language is so expressive of the occasion, too.
I’m so glad you liked it, Kymm. It felt like a weighty prompt. Thanks for reading and commenting. Means a lot.
Loved it. It had a rawness to it and I could picture a scene right away. Great job 🙂