In Memorial Of:

At 7, I had my mornings spent with the videos,
which he thought me what music is, who is he,
and why he's such a big thing.

I can't get bored of the everyday doses,
it was welcoming, it was happy,
it was how one would like to see the other shine,
it was inspiring.


At my teens, there were big news about child molesting,
and how he fought it off,
which is where I started to understand,
where he was standing, why people stood up like that,

it was too murky to see,
but I'm glad for him when it was over.

At one of my jogging sessions, when I was 19,
I hooked up to one of his songs,
that's where I started to turn back to him as I did 10 years ago,
I drew myself closer, from a book about him,
being mesmerized - again,
to breathe like the way I was first close to his music,
to pick up the pieces I've lost on the road,
and I'm glad that I did.

His existance was beautiful,
until the day that he was announced dead,
makes it so hard to believe.

MJ, you were a living legend,
and will always be.