Whatever My Individual Desires Were

I Did Not Get On The Bus To Get Arrested. I Got On The Bus To Go Home.

Since I Have Always Been A Strong Believer In God, I Knew That He Was With Me, And Only He Could Get Me Through That Next Step

I Had Been Pushed As Far As I Could Stand To Be Pushed. I Had Decided That I Would Have To Know Once And For All What Rights I Had As A Human Being And A Citizen.

Our Mistreatment Was Just Not Right, And I Was Tired Of It.

People Have Said Over The Years That The Reason I Did Not Give Up My Seat Was Because I Was Tired. I Did Not Think Of Being Physically Tired. My Feet Were Not Hurting. I Was Tired In A Different Way. I Was Tired Of Seeing So Many Men Treated As Boys And Not Called By Their Proper Names Or Titles. I Was Tired Of Seeing Children And Women Mistreated And Disrespected Because Of The Color Of Their Skin. I Was Tired Of Jim Crow Laws, Of Legally Enforced Racial Segregation.