Marble is a beauty we all can see
Black and white mixed together beautifully
It takes a lot of time heat and pressure
To bring about this swirling treasure
But they are beautiful only when they are together
Many years ago one can only remember
When a fledgling marble was being heated by a growing ember
This ember grew into a ragging fire
Uniting it into a lovely rock to admire
This fire could not have started on its own
From a tiny spark it must have grown
To meld two together from there on
That tiny spark was Barbara Johns
Knowing that segregated education
Was improper for students across the nation