Sonia Sanchez - Malcolm lyrics

Do not speak to me of martyrdom, of men who die to be remembered on some parish day. I don't believe in dying though, I too shall die. And violets like castanets will echo me. Yet this man, this dreamer, thick lipped with words will never speak again and in each winter when the cold air cracks with frost I'll breathe his breath and mourn my gunfilled nights. He was the sun that tagged the western sky and melted tiger-scholars while they searched for stripes. He said, “f** you, white man. we have been curled too long. nothing is sacred, not your white face nor any land that separates until some voices squat with spasms.” Do not speak to me of living. life is obscene with crowds of white on black. d**h is my pulse. what might have been is not for him/or me but what could have been floods the womb until I drown.