Mother of the Movement
After reading a poem written in honor of Rosa Parks and discussing figurative and descriptive language, I assigned a mixed media project. The only "rules" the students had to follow was (1) their project was their representation of the poem, and (2) that they could carry their projects through the door, by themselves. Also, they had to "mix" media, which meant that I wanted at least two different types of art medium. As I expected, they exceeded all my expectations. Take a look!
"Mother of the Movement"
The sewing machine hums as Rosa hems
a ball gown; last task before quitting
time.
Downtown twinkles with Christmas
lights.
She boards the bus, takes the first
seat
and sighs, hoping she can stay put.
Segregation is a stubborn old mule,
but Rosa
stands firm, too. This ride home,
she is not budging for Jim Crow,
not giving up her seat for any white
man;
law or no law. Facing handcuffs, Rosa slides
her small hands out of a woolen muff,
wraps her slim fingers around a plow,
and gives that mule a slap. In the
soil
of her heart, the movement takes root,
seeds of change blossom, then bear
fruit.
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