🔥 Malcolm X

From shadows born where hatred stood, A child rose up from troubled wood. A father lost, a mother torn, Yet still a lion’s heart was born. With sharpened mind and restless feet, He walked the pulse of Boston’s street, A blade of truth, unpolished still, A storm that searched for shape and will. Behind the bars where cold winds pass, He carved his soul from broken glass. Through words and books, his spirit rose—

A man reborn the whole world knows. He took an X for what was lost, For names erased, for lives that cost. He spoke with fire, stood with grace, And forced this nation to face its face. A voice that thundered through the land, A mirror held in steady hand. He challenged silence, cracked the dome— He called the exiled spirit home.

He crossed the seas to Mecca’s light,

And found that truth was not just fight.

He learned that justice, wide and vast,

Could break the chains of present, past.

Though bullets stole his breath that day,

His echo never fades away.

For every step toward freedom’s door,

His courage walks a thousand more.

Malcolm lives in the flame unbowed,

In whispered hope, in voices loud.

A legacy the world protects—

Forever rising…

Malcolm X.