The nine brave teens did it.
They stepped forward in dark times
of all the high schools.
It was central high school they chose.
Led by officers like myself.
Nathan, a boys a boys name whispered in the crowd,
son of another hard working man,
and his skin,
his personality,
were white as snow and stone cold.
For he was another racist white, like them all.
The students, nine black teens, enter through the massive doors.
Students watch with baited breathing,
they might have to change tradition.
Said they wanted education
since they were young.
By Mackenzie
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