Take her place for just a minute. You hear the sirens and then a stalky pale officer crawls out of his little car. His slick blonde hair is combed back like a plain of wheat on a windy day disappearing over the horizon. It is raining out, so you can hear the pitter patter of the droplets taunting you to run. His shiny jet black boots, probably shined by the hand of a poor black man who he felt no pity on, clack heavily; staring at you like daggers when they hit the pavement. You can smell a concoction of rain, stinky body odor, coffee, and way too much Hollister cologne. He steps onto the creaky stairs of the bus, which let out a little warning hiss. He is now right in front of you. You know that as skinny as he is you could probably throw a fist and run, but something keeps you from it. He gently grabs your bags and you see know reason to fight. This is what you came here for; you need to follow through. You stand, carrying yourself in such a way that says, “I am strong, courageous, wise, and nothing will stand in my way. This is what I see going through her gentle mind. She was hurting, channeling the pain, and thinking of her people, but still she stood up for the sake of peace. She fought, but at the same time she put up no fight at all. I can’t quite wrap my head around this. If she was there to stand up for herself and fight, why did she so willingly stand? To conclude, Rosa’s demeanor was loyal, brave, and courteous. Rosa
Take her place for just a minute. You hear the sirens and then a stalky pale officer crawls out of his little car. His slick blonde hair is combed back like a plain of wheat on a windy day disappearing over the horizon. It is raining out, so you can hear the pitter patter of the droplets taunting you to run. His shiny jet black boots, probably shined by the hand of a poor black man who he felt no pity on, clack heavily; staring at you like daggers when they hit the pavement. You can smell a concoction of rain, stinky body odor, coffee, and way too much Hollister cologne. He steps onto the creaky stairs of the bus, which let out a little warning hiss. He is now right in front of you. You know that as skinny as he is you could probably throw a fist and run, but something keeps you from it. He gently grabs your bags and you see know reason to fight. This is what you came here for; you need to follow through. You stand, carrying yourself in such a way that says, “I am strong, courageous, wise, and nothing will stand in my way. This is what I see going through her gentle mind. She was hurting, channeling the pain, and thinking of her people, but still she stood up for the sake of peace. She fought, but at the same time she put up no fight at all. I can’t quite wrap my head around this. If she was there to stand up for herself and fight, why did she so willingly stand? To conclude, Rosa’s demeanor was loyal, brave, and courteous. Rosa