'You are beautiful just as you are
No blemish is ugly, not even a scar
Our thoughts are great and our minds are free
So use it to your advantage; make the whites see.'
Born in Nebraska, to a middle class family
Malcom Little was the target of all racist tragedy
His home was burnt down, leaving his young Dad dead
But Little didn't let it burden him - clear was his head.
Put in an orphanage, his hopes stripped bare
Malcom still studied hard - to drop intelligence he did not dare
An aspiring lawyer he soon became
But his dreams were quickly crushed, put deeply to shame.
Deciding his slave ancestors deserved much more
And should have kept the surname that they had before
Malcom Little was soon a name of the past
'X' was the new horizon - dreams of rights in his grasp.
Many a speech did he deliver, not ever in vain
But also not in peace, driving his white rivals insane
Controversy was stirred in the faith of Islam
X's followers were now a new and stronger clan.
But after telling people they were not good enough
Some started to rebel - the challenge of black unison was tough!
Late in the day, as reporters would soon find
Malcom X was shot down by one of his own kind.