In the 50's two men began to fight, for what they thought was right. Malcolm spent time in jail for robbery, king for rights ,while Malcolm believed in starting fights. Nation of Islam was Malcolm's clan, after Mecca he had a plan. Civil rights was Kings duty, even when he got kicked in the booty! Malcolm said coffee wasn't enough, to pay for all of the white people's racist stuff. The X was poor while Martin was the boy next door, They both got us justice but we wanted more! Martyr was the name they took, while they both had their heads in books. It was a trgedy what we had to go through, no matter what they'll always be two.
Reason for writing:
My 9th grade teacher Mr. Hutchins @ Franklin Highschool in Seattle, WA
Birth sign: Pisces
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