Welp, I wasn't going to do it but I just can't go one day further without talking about the artist that made me see me different. Yep, you guessed it Micheal Jackson.
I got the message that he had crossed over via text to my cell by my daughter Timeka. I'm like nooooo that can't be true. Not the King Of Pop. Not THE MAN.
Alas it was true. I cried, yep sure did and I'm not ashamed to admit that I did. See I can remember when I first was introduced to him personally.
Let me explain that. I can remember songs being played by my older sisters Carol and Darlene, but it had no affect on me til Carol got married to Tommie in 1977 and I heard for the first time not long after that "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough", "Off The Wall", "Heartbreak Hotel" and others while over at my sister's new home with her new husband. It wasn't that the music was just something to listen to...I was living IN IT.
It and he moved me with is vocals and his smile on the cover of that album with the big afro and chocolate skin.
Then some time later while I was in the eighth grade, "Thriller" came out and I broke my neck trying to scrape up money to buy my very first album. And it was. I was so proud of it. I played it, I learned all the lyrics to each song. I wore my hair like him all through middle school. People told me your eyes look like his, like Janet's. What a compliment to have eyebrows like the person you thought so much of. One of my instructors loved him so much we got to watch "Thriller" and make a grade over and over through out that year.
I drew charcoal pictures of him on paper and sprayed it with hairspray and sold my work to my classmates for ten bucks a piece. Shameful but profitable none the less.
I remember the night he did the moonwalk and I was sprawled out on my living room floor watching the floor model tv we had and screaming and crying. He was my first crush.
In all of the music and shows that he presented that I witnessed it was more than seeing it for me it was being in it, feeling it, living it. What he was saying was about something I was dealing with at that moment.
I FELT him when he sang, when he danced.
He was a gift to me. He helped me make a decision to become an entertainer and give of myself to so many. He proved that color and crossing over was just another portion of integration that was inevitable.
So many lives he changed and touched without knowing the millions of people that he affected me being one of them. Which brings me to this point.
I say so much that "WE SHOULD NOT LET THE UNIVERSE REGRET OUR EXISTENCE" For certain Micheal Jackson is not regretted. He fulfilled his purpose. Now I must do that same and with that even in his physical death Micheal Jackson has affected me once again in my own life.
May you dance brother Micheal in eternity, may you have some final peace, may you know now and forever what your life did for me.
Thank God For You.
Til Next Time
Mamma
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