1979
The bus met In front of my school Every morning — Campus was 3 blocks From my house I walked there Every day Got on the bus And was driven Across Lubbock Past the cotton fields Past the smelly Seed oil plant To the "Black School" At 7, I knew not Of the segregated Racist past that My town was mandated To reckon with I was just a kid, Scared and in a Strange school Where books were few And school supplies Were in my backpack Bought at the Piggly Wiggly Close to our house If only they had told us That we could have been Instruments of change.