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
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?
ReplyDeleteI 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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