what everybody knows now

Even though the laws have changed my grandmother still takes us to the back of the bus when we go downtown in the rain.It's easier, my grandmother says, than having white folks look at me like I'm dirt. But we aren't dirt. We are people paying the same fare as other people. When I say this to my grandmother, she nods, says,Easier to stay where you belong. I look around and see the ones who walk straight to the back. See the ones who take a seat up front, daring anyone to make them move. And know this is who I want to be. Not scared like that. Brave like that. Still, my grandmother takes my hand downtown pulls me right past the restaurants that have to let us sit wherever we want now.No need in making trouble, she says.You all go back to New York City but I have to live here.