6 years old, in the New York apartment of my cousin’s,
I was playing with my Transformers when a high pitched scream emitted in fronted of me.
HOOO!
I averted my gaze up, toward the small TV and I witnessed an icon, at his best.
Adorned with that familiar corvette-red jacket, leading a horde of zombies and their love for dance,
Thus began my love of Michael Jackson’s movement and music.
On the stage, he seems ferocious.
He can stir up the crowd with a crooked finger. The whole city would go crazy as he turns around.
“You knock me off of my feet, now baby! HOO!”
Y’all know that sound, that high-pitch shriek,
Made by the king of pop, the one with the slick feet
Michael Jackson
He was the reason I bought my first fedora, 13 year old me
His slick moves, the sharpness of his kicks
His music moon walked their way into my heart!
Grab my crotch and thrust, slide my feet backwards on the cement floor
His moves made me the highlight of my 8th grade dance
He’s got a feather-timbered tenor, a beautiful dreamy singer.
I wore a white glove, and danced in the dance floor of my bedroom
Trying to mimic the master of pop, but only coming so close.
Crowned with a black fedora, I played MJ nonstop.
His voice resonated through the inner workings of my household.
Spiders and critters set up their own Thriller in my attic
“The way you make me feel” is the theme of my life,
Set to repeat on my iPod over and over and over.
Billie Jean may not have been his lover,
But during his reign, he was the love of millions of P.T.Y.’s who got hooked by his angelic voice.
No one can replace him, there ain’t another like him!
He knocked me off my feet with his high voice and killer dance moves
He moved like liquid through the air, sharp concise moves, ending with a sharp snap!
He rocked my world as he rocked to the top! Never flipped-flopped!
50 years old with
9 million Thriller albums sold
171 songs
16 albums
50 years old, he proclaimed a comeback tour.
50 dates. 50 stages. 50 performances. He was about to grace the stage
Ready to bring back that old pop flair, Ready to climb those stairs
To the stage, ready to move the crowd like with a flick of his wrist, a kick with his feet!
The #1 artist in my book to have rocked our worlds
Michael Jackson, the king of pop, rock & soul.
He isn’t dead. He’s forever left imprints on music and modern history.
An icon, legend, a singer, a dancer, an artist!
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He moon walked his way to god knows where…