Maybe I'll bring this Harriet Tubman poem with me to POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY tomorrow. We're going to be popping poems all day long.
Harriet Tubman didn't take no stuff Wasn't scared of nothing neither Didn't come in this world to be no slave And wasn't going to stay one either "Farewell!" she sang to her friends one night She was mighty sad to leave 'em But she ran away that dark, hot night Ran looking for her freedom She ran to the woods and she ran through the woods With the slave catchers right behind her And she kept on going till she got to the North Where those mean men couldn't find her Nineteen times she went back South To get three hundred others She ran for her freedom nineteen times To save Black sisters and brothers Harriet Tubman didn't take no stuff Wasn't scared of nothing neither Didn't come in this world to be no slave And didn't stay one either And didn't stay one either
I might pick this one though: