Integration

In seventh grade this girl form the west

Started a first day at school

Her accent was strange, she tried to be cool

And fit in like all of the rest

Our very first year integration was here

Guess all of us were nervous

Bus drivers running here to there

And those in the kitchen who served us

First time she saw black combs with fists

Stuck in the back of hair

Dark skin and kids in little clicks

She knew it was rude just to stare

She took a good lickin' at recess

She was chasing a friend in the yard

Bumped into a kid, whose gang then hid

In the bathroom they hit pretty hard

Don't get me wrong, this aint a sad song

No storm will last forever

We changed our clothes in locker rooms

We exercised together

Well we grew up like little pups

Fluffing our feathers and "bowing"

It's time to relax

What's past is past

Let's look now at where we are going