1963 - A Writing Exercise

Written just a few minutes ago, only edited by myself.
Inspired by the Birmingham children's march.

1963.

He walked, eyes fierce

And he ran as pressurized water tried to slam him into submission

He stood, in his thoroughly destroyed gingham button-down, struggling with sleep in a crowded cell

And he walked again, days later, to a cell or the school or a white light, undeterred

While I sat, picking at meat loaf, my orange blouse too garish against my pale skin.

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