Malcolm Poems - Poems about Malcolm

...A NOTE FROM MALCOLM My advice is free, and time’s not billable Try speaking French and I will soon know Don’t claim a local or a provincial accent It really does not sound as if heaven-sent No......Read More

...Here there was morning now Then there was midnight madness Murderous monsters massacaring Many made Malcolm And Martin martyrs mystifying Masses methodically most memorable Measured morning m......Read More

...September 2017 Warm sunny Saturday early Afternoon Damian was indulged in stock Market purchasing. He was 16 He believed he needed to spread His wings. Damian made big Purchase that would n......Read More

...Written By: D. Collins 7/1/23 No one can re-write what I can regurgitate. Which is being a Black Man in the United States. <......Read More

...One year Passed Damian Junior Was 15 months old. Damian Graduated from West Virginia University institute of Technology With honors and an Associate of Applied Science Degree. His whole fa......Read More

...Damian Sr. spent two nights in Saint Michael's Medical Center With his wife and his new Beautiful baby boy. They were welcomed home by Damian's friends Sébastien Shakespeare Malcolm Justin ......Read More

...Blocking the Doorway Dolly Demanded, "What boys are you Going with?" Damian Tried to Be understanding. "Baby, just Friends from School. Malcolm, Shakespeare and Shannon." She grabbed his hand ......Read More

...One of the greatest scholars and speak so clear for a messaging so rugged but his future so clear Day is his night and sunset be his fright As human as could be ,it only is right Marching a......Read More

...As a young teen I sadly confess, I dreamt of becoming an actress. A class assignment drew me to Warner's in D.C., where I brushed up against black history.. I stumbled into a meeting of the NAACP......Read More

...It amazes me They say all men were created equally But that’s denied throughout history Theirs starts with constitutions revolutions and bravery They tell us ours is gangs chains and slavery It......Read More

...I Never one to shackle one with the past Yet humans use words to distort Time, our guilt or responsibility In that sense, the Past is a scapegoat An escape route, and inconsistent ally: If one ......Read More

...I Remember when days were long and all de children do is play, or how de burnin sun hot like fire and snow cone all melt away when I was jus a lad in Trinidad ......Read More

...our lady of Guadalupe stands alight in corner air her gown emerald, cerise, gold Don Pedro stands afore glass to glass in an amber glow Lowry’s beaked bird of uva descent shadows flicker here, t......Read More

...WHITE SUPREMACY Ah, Marcus Garvey, you were a trier, but, never destined a king Easily made a fool of, if only you had half a brain you could win Famed by your own notoriety, ideology based on......Read More

...there are no heroes anymore, no one with that dream. it has become a weapon that kills when charisma ends. there are no malcolm x's, for we have found ourselves. no johns or roberts to kill, ......Read More