The Lone Protester

From VIRAL SPIRAL — A collection of poems by Sarah P. Ross


George Floyd’s protesters were gone
For the day they had won
I was alone
Yet felt inspired to go on.
So I made ten white signs
With multi-colored pens
This is how it began.
I taped them side-by-side
As drivers slowed by
Then I grabbed a big sign
And with nothing to hide
I stretched my arms high
With my sign to the sky.
Tall, white chick am I
But for this cause I would die.
My sign waived for them all
So black lives could stand tall.
Though I was alone
Most drivers I did see
Smiled and honked or waived at me.
It was a time to show
That we all could be friends
Finally united
As our future begins!