malcolm pimpedmalcolm did fraudmalcolm stolemalcolm did so many things,but that wasn’t the end of the storyit doesn’t have to end this way for you eitherbc malcolm x spoke at oxford union,1964&this was a man who didn’t even go to universityuniversity students were the audience to man who didn’t finish high schoolhe stood where presidents&prime ministers stood

you buy perfume from the yemenites for only 100 francsperfumes in golden lids,colours of satin red,persian bluethe whole shuttle bus stinks of you, loveeven after you leaveyou complain when they run out too quicklybut you are a somali girl

you’ve used vaseline your whole life&put olive oil on your eyelashes before bedeven your make up brushes line up for youbc you saw sultans that had nothing but camels

you want the house to stay clean for all eternityyou hate it when people pass bythey ruin your workwhen the cleaning is doneit instantly goes back to dirtinessif someone even dares to eat a baguettebrush their hairleave wrappers on the floorchew jaadleave orange peelsthat does itit’s doom for themor for you

but i think i’m daydreaming too detailed at the momentwhat’s better is for me to think in the present&give you 100 francs of halwawhen my bus casually halts where you are polishing your motorbikei want you to remember meno matter how much you try to forget

does a polygamous marriage have less love than a monogamous onedo you think other women are the only source of insecurity in a marriagehe might love his pride more than he loves you,his friends,his job,himself

&remember 1 thingno one can hurt youw/out your permission

i believed we could do itbc we’re in this togetherbut together never happened through the stress&the struggle i dealt with on my ownyour sleeping pattern never changedbc of the baby you wanted to have

you see,all of you’s need to understandain’t no man around here becoming husband todayif he ain’t no bread winner&if he ain’t got no breadhe’ll end up like mudane mr ilmi boodharithe baker who’s never gonna get anyone’s cakeeverilaa yowma qiyaama

every time i made someone the centre of my universei also made a black hole for myselfw/out realising