Monday, September 16, 2013

My man Michael (PB)


      I love Michael Jackson. I love the way he dances and the way he sings. To me, he is the perfect person. I fell In love with his music when I was about two years old. I had his sparkly glove and socks. Over the years, my love for him became an obsession. I wanted to marry him. I didn't care how he looked, how old he was, I just knew I wanted him. Some times I thought that I wanted to be him instead of being with him. He loved monkeys. I loved monkeys. He danced. I danced. He sang. I sung. I loved him in every way. I don't know why, but his voice gives me chills still to this day.
      When I was four years old, I went to my first concert. Guess whose concert it was... Yes it was him. It was the tenth of September, 2001 to be exact. I'll never forget that day. I was wearing a green shirt with black leather pants and a leather jacket. I looked good. Michael wasn't the only one performing. Usher performed and I think Justin Timberlake did too. I wish the twin towers would have never fell down the next day, so I could of enjoyed this moment more.
      When Michael Jackson passed I was devastated. I think I cried that whole summer. I felt as if a part of me died. And still to this day I celebrate his death. He's finally free from the harshness of the weld. He was too beautiful of a person to even be on earth. He is an angel 

2 comments:

  1. That is such an interesting passion! Do you think kids and teens in younger generations will still love him? Any chance your love will die down with age?

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  2. I love him too and you know that. I still remember the day he passed as if it was yesterday. Sometimes I can see and hear him through his sister Janet Jackson. They have the same smile, face and laugh.

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