I Cry with Malcolm X Because You are Waiting for President Kennedy to Call
by Sabrina Dawkins
I cry with Malcolm
because a father’s
love wasn’t enough
to prevent nose jobs
and wigs to resemble Europeans,
third daughter.
I cry with Malcolm
because the decision to die for a people
was met with the black vote going to
Jim Jones, Joe Biden, and Hillary Clinton.
I cry because your new Malcolm X
is Nipsey Hussle,
who sold you fake Black Power,
Elite Human Hair,
and Marathon OG strain.
Did they love you?
Could they ever love you
the way Abraham loved you?
And as we attend your funeral,
we see Janet Jackson’s skeleton nostrils,
her nakedness uncovered by Justin Timberlake.
And she’s still clutching Marilyn Monroe’s phone,
the white man’s whore,
waiting for President Kennedy to call.