THE HAND
Written by
Malcolm RichardsBorn and raised in Chicago, IL, Malcolm Richards grew up in a predominantly African American community that shaped his life, writing style, and thematic focus. His works explore the intersection of identity, community, and social justice, reflecting his own struggles and triumphs as a writer.
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Thy Gave Me a Voice
Thy hand gave me a voice.Not simply to speak,Not simply to repeat,Not simply to agreeWith everythingThat others believe.But a voiceTo express the thoughtsThat live within me.A voice to question.A voice to understand.A vo
Did Thy Leave Me?
Did Thy leave me?Did Thy leave meTo figure this out all by myself?Or did Thy knowWho I wasBefore I ever knewWho I would become?Did Thy knowThat I would question everything?The words.The teachings.The promises.The judgmen
Thy Made All Things to Include Me
Why did Thy make me,Yet leave me without a name upon the paper?A life brought into the world,A child given breath,A soul placed among the living,Yet something as simple as a nameWas missing from the beginning.Thy Made Al
