Long Malcom Poems
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Black, I thought it was just a word
I thought it represented a color
At least that’s what they say,
Yet when I walk through the gates of school.
I am seen as insignificant
I am never treated the same
They say , we are equal
But I know better.
I live it, they smile
They say their care
But when I express myself
I use my hands, I speak
They say, I am ignorant hard to understand.
By dozen, by hundreds
We are being excluded
Punish for being just a different color
They meant to be our tutors.
Yet they treat us like animals
They poke us, provoke us
Tell us we are stupid with a smile.
They rob us
They deny us
They curse us
They strip us of our inheritance.
They breathe hate, I stop
I need to think for awhile
Who am I, I am black
I am beautiful
I am powerful
I am the son and daughter of great kings and queens
I am a conqueror.
I am ambitious, I can achieve
I will achieve, I am a leader
I am not a coward nor am I ashamed.
I don’t need violence
I don’t need hate
I don’t need knives nor do I need guns to complete me.
Martin Luther King once said,
Darkness cannot drive out darkness only light can do that
Hate cannot drive out hate only love can do that.
Malcom X once quoted, that without education
You are not going anywhere in this world
If you don’t stand for something you will fall for anything.
So Who am I?
I believe, I am born from a great generation
I am no longer a slave to a lost generation
I am a new generation, a free generation.
A generation that will breathe success
A king of wisdom
A leader of great knowledge
A queen that will teach peace and be an adviser to the young.
A mother to all children
A father to a great nation
I am just a teen
Trying to make sense of the world
So teach me, to believe in me
To be the best I can be.
"Legal Fiction "
Black Skin, dark desires.
Lewd behavior and carnage,
thus we do not achieve?
Comprehend why we are loathed, we inherited voodo that placed a hex on the moon.
Our heroes were never heroes simply zeroes, the dream of Martin Luther King, the nightmare we live in. Malcom X was a terrorist, the lies he preached terrorised the nation.
Lesions left by the whips that tried ed to discipline and tame the beasts within us.
Slavery was an intervention to free a nigga from the demons that make him a leper and an abomination to God's green earth, therefore he should be chained, victimized and eventually decapitated.
I have moments I begin to think hatred and pain and suffering in this life are a given
Luckily in the next moment I’m reminded of what a wonderful world I live in.
Yesterday as sadness spread through the world like a virus how was I to know
joy would tap me on the shoulder in the form of:
an old book,
an old song
and a forgotten TV show…
A young couple came into the bookstore not on a specific expedition
but they found a book they both loved and had to have…it was a first edition.
They hugged then kissed as together they held onto that book
“Smile!” I said as with their phone their anniversary picture I took.
Next in the store came a mother…to her chest she was carrying her child
They stopped to say hello and when the baby looked at me…he smiled.
“His name is Malcolm.” his mother said and I could see innocence in his eyes.
He smiled at me every time they passed me and even as he waved goodbye.
For the last half hour we are open in the evening…I do this religiously
as a nice way to end the day…I play the same soft, smooth CD.
When it began to play this older couple came to me…
the wife’s eyes were filled with tears
“This is the song we danced to at our wedding!” She said ,
“and we’ve been married for 35 years!”
They lingered in the store a while, bought a book and were about to leave when…
I said, “Wait one minute. Happy Anniversary!”… and I played their song again.
A young couple a baby and an older couple reminded me of joy
and left me feeling high
as they all, on their way out of the store, smiled and waved goodbye….
In case you were wondering what book, what song, what TV show
here’s the answer to that riddle
It began with A Clockwork Orange
It ended with What a Wonderful World
And the smile that brought such joy…
that was Malcom in the middle.
Justice?? From some ( w e f ) sympathetic civil servant
Named stewart..' I see no reflection of it. Just a punitive
Ruling 'of lawfare' upon Pauline.' Who admittedly in my
View should study more uoon the person and familiy she
Defended.' The remarks of mahreen feraqui do have
A factual history, that put; Pauline should be able to air
Her views as a native Australian as well.' Even though i
Would take issue with them; I still recognise her as an asset to Australia quite apart from all else.' She should
Not be punished as if she had racially profiled mahreen.'
As for mahreen.' i take it she lives a most secure life in
The land she inhabits, though not being born there.' She
May well be sympathetic to historically indiginous peoples?
I do not know if she had ever lived among them? Maybe
She has? At Quilpe..Or St George or the territory? As a
Woman equivilent to their women? Maybe after reading
This she will try it? If she has not already? She might
Wish if she has daughters or sons? To take them there also? 'Just so she can get more indepth information' yet
Back to Pauline' Who from what I can see' is a honest
Human being, undoubtedly she has flaws.' I do you do so.do we all.' The victimising of her though is completley out of
Context' and I call for the punishment to be repealed and
The civil servant.' Hmm?? stewart.? whoever.' to be Sacked..
Sacked..Sacked.!! With a bad report.' These are my views.!
And I stood by Pauline.) In thst instance..Later i watched her abstain
On tthe hate speech bill along with malcom roberts.' To the countrys ill.)
Its up to you my people, move at the red earth level.' Be the storm be the
Earthquake, that is whats called for and needed.'
Backpack without a "space", enter without an "e" and sift without a "h"
My Typing speed keeps me in "strumming" exemption these days,
as these are seasoned in radius and ulna, non-prolific though
They hold the state "pliant" without foretelling as stories are often foretold
killing softly in the right quotient is a decisive skill building, willy or con
and above average will be the bestowed perseverance in conceptual belief about oracle
as we all say, If God wills, we will. He shall prevail. He shall be.
I was proposed in an ultrasound session if I will think about abortion
Few years later, he was giggling with his sister inside my paps lab
When he was six months, he giggled with me inside my bathtub, and we
both needed daycare, badly. I, to remember, and he to be steadfast in remembrance.
I, not be landed. and he with his polymath tester, to measure hector, acre , and milli too!
Around February 21st, a few Bangladeshi Masjid do remember Malcom X, and icebreakers
are often weaving through the Jammu kashmir crossing the place poems on both sides
After all, hadi, they, hadi, say!
Only I feel panick attack sometimes, as if my parents are still alive, still olive green.
Neither of the east and nor of the west
Where they were in Netherland and Norway crest, pious souls, to mourn for many more upcoming days!
"Tit for that is a fair game",they say;
A tooth for another,an eye for another;
One grave to a grave; blood washes away blood!
Darkness inspires night; tears dried with tears!
It is a slap for a blow; no harm is left undealt with;
No, it's not like a Bible with slap the right,I give the left,
The misperception of "fair"
Push me into the pond,I drag you to hell;
Spill my secret, I take your nudes viral;
Snatch my man,your uterus,I evacuate;
Ruin my beauty,your life, I'll claim;
There is no fairness,no justice,
It is pain for pain, nothing else,but pain for pain;
That's tit for tat,what they say is fair.
Where would I be? Where would you be?
With all this going on around,
Hit me,I explode you;
You insult them, and they set your mansion ablaze;
This,reminds me of 8year old Jacob,
Jacob accidentally killed Malcom,
And that was the end of his life,
Jacob was sent to the farthest, thickest jungle,
The excuse being; animals lived in the wild!
Jacob was an animal.
Two sons,one mother; and the mother lost both just like that;
Tit for tat is a fair game; point at the fairness in the game!
Sin doesn't save us from sin,purity does;
Breaking my heart,me crashing more innocent hearts,
Hurting me and I, going after you, to tear you apart;
The origin of endless agony!
We learn from our masters, Christ is one,
Came down to earth,to us,in holiness,
To wash away our evil with his blood;
He could have come to avenge instead;- may be that would be the fair deal!
A deal,in which redemption would be unheard-of,
A game in which,we,all would be doomed to die.
I leave,but I say this to you;
Remain loyal to those you love, much as it seems as vanity!
They will betray and hurt you; forgive them; even when wounds still hurt,
Forgiveness is one way to healing and moving on better.
Spread love,by living with love,dying in love;
Vengeance sweeps the remains out of your sight,
Vengeance leads to war, unending!
All this,the world has labelled "fair",
Study God's word,seek to learn what he wants from a sinner,
To men,what tastes good; to God,is bitter;
Live, therefore,as God has led you;
Tit for tat is no fair game, but a fast path to ruins!
Be quiet quiet quiet
Shush shush shush
We’ve spoken too much
We haven’t listened enough
Black men and women
It’s not easy to be brave
Oppression and inequality
make you feel like a slave
Your struggles are constant
Beyond what we realize
What we take for granted
Should be a right not a prize
Stand tall men of principal
take to the streets
Chant Black Lives Matter
Share your beliefs
We’ll be quiet quiet quiet
Shush shush shush
We’ve spoken too much
We haven’t listened enough
Change shoulda come
So long before today
Our river of cruelty
is still on display
Brother Malcom X
Joined with Muhammad Ali
Their life force and bodies
Cried out for humanity
Then Sam Cooke sang to us
“Brother help me please”
So why are his people
knocked back on their knees?
Jim Brown broke boundaries
While playing on uneven ground
Later movie star and activist
Why has his voice had no sound?
So yes be quiet quiet quiet
Shush shush shush
We’ve spoken too much
We haven’t listened enough
I wrote this piece after watching “One Night in Miami”.
The struggle is real!
A Little Phone Call Malcolm and Donald
by Bob Moore
Hello Donald
That Afro-American President, lived there just before you
agreed to take these Middle Eastern fellers from Naru
they are a bloody handful, getting worser every day
when you gonna send a boat, and take them all away
A deals a deal out here in Oz, even if its dumb
hope you will not renege, we’re still your bestest chum
here in the Southern Hemisphere, and maybe in the world
we help to fight in all your wars, so don’t act like a girl
--
Hello Malcom
I heard about that stupid deal, you did before he left
a swap for some Columbians, you both must be bereft
not sure which of them is worse, but one thing that I know
there’ll be some heavy vetting, before you let them go
Out here we have our own problems, don’t know if you’ve heard
eight years of Pres, Obama, but now the people stirred
they want to make America, the way it used to be
no matter where you come from, settle in, and you’ll be free
So nobody can tell me, what is best for me to do
friendship, begging, threatening, its not all about you
I have a land of willing soles, and if they work with me
we will make America, great again, you’ll see.
Goodbye
Due to his parents’ deaths Malcom mobilizes a new truth
Laughing and cavorting, moving in a frenzy
He is covering up his sadness with faux mirth
His essence cloaking abject melancholy
Laughing and cavorting, moving in a frenzy
Creating an illusion of complacency and acceptance
He is covering up his sadness with faux mirth
The ones closest to him pretend to believe his masquerade
Creating an illusion of complacency and acceptance
He is covering up his sadness with faux mirth
The ones closest to him pretend to believe his masquerade
Due to his parents’ deaths Malcolm mobilizes a new truth
The pork chops were ten meters thick.
The gravy was never lumpy, always totally slick.
Grandma’s kitchen had smells found nowhere else ever.
She was fantastic with food, surprisingly witty and clever.
Her dishes were plain, blue and white, with a scene inside.
They were scrubbed thoroughly by my Uncle Malcom McBride.
He had never married, which is why we usually had a female guest.
He had seven sisters; do I need to add on the rest?
Grandma would include anyone who wanted to come in and help.
We started carrying platters of croissants and rolls as a young whelp.
Cinnamon sugar pie crust was sitting on the back porch all the time.
To get to it we walked through smells of pumpkin, sage, peach and lime.
Grandma’s pies were in place, but we knew the absolute rule.
To take one before dinner would be death to that fool.
Amid giant platters of potatoes, corn, roast beef, in this fragrant place,
We all sat down together, and waited while grandma said grace.