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Poetry Is Revolution!!

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For Malccl-'s e yes, when they broke the face of soine dumb white man. For Malcolm's hands ralsed to bless us all black and strong in his image of ourselves, for Malcolm's words fire darts, the victor's tireless th rusta, vords hung above the world change as it niay, he' said it, and for thio he wa3 killed, for saying, and fet-liug, and being chaage, all collected hot ia his heart, For Malcolm's hart, raising us above our filthy cities, for his stride, and his beat, and his address to the rey mousfcers of the world, ?or Malcclm's pieos for your dignity, black men, for your lif, black men, for the filling of your minds with righteousness, For all of him dead and gone and vanished f rom us, and all of him which clings to öur speech black god of our tine. For all of him, and all of yourself look up,' black man, quit stuttering and shuffling, look up, black man, quit whining and stooping, for all of him, For Great Malcolm a prince of the earth, let nothing in us rest until we avenge ourselves for hio death, stupid animáis that killed him, let us never breathe a pure breath if we fail, and white men cali us faggots till the end of the earth. Le Roi Jones April, 1965 de ar Uncle Sam, We fucked on the American f lag tonight. There wasn't any sheets and the mattress weix-n't none too clean, neither. I hope it's okay with you. Because if it isn't, all heil ia going to break loose, sure as shooting, and you '11 be the one with the badge and the gun. Love, Tom & Gr ace