Malcolm X - a Tanka




          ghet shades

          princely blues hues

          culture frames divide

          chromas, genders

          even senses     






                         Malcolm Little

                         born to roll up

                         pot-holed hills

                         tranforms to

                         variable X


This poem is about: 
Our world


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