Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even — Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
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Even though I seem not human, a mute shelfof glucose, bottled blood, machineryto swell the lung and pump the heart—even so,do not put out my life. Let me still glow.

— Dudley Randall, For Malcolm: Poems on the Life and Death of Malcolm X
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