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King Of Pop

A Poetic Tribute to the KING OF POP.  May his legacy thrive eternal.

MJ
I once lived
in an
imaginary Skyground
where I
used to pretend i was the
(L)only
SUN
and could dance in the fire,
‘til darkness befell
and i befriended the MOON
as i WALKED….
……..
5 @ the inception
merely boyz
wasn’t our choice
but
an average JOE could hear
the pain in my voice
feel the trauma in my steps
see the abuse in my obtuse,
pelvic thrusting,
crotch grabbing,
SHEMONE’Z

SON or not HE still JACK’d me
of a CHILDHOOD,
attacked me, her, him,
TITO, JANET,
hate to think about it
but
i seldomly recollect how
in dreamz
i often remember to forget the thoughts
of us residing
on another planet..
a world away
couldn’t hear our screams…
dry our tears,
coax our fears…
i used to hide IN THE CLOSET
or under the bed…
to converse w/ my best friend….
BEN is the only one who listened/cared
momma loved, but wasn’t strong enuff
love was tough..
so we thought
“THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT US!”
even though this is
THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL
…..
I JUST CAN’T STOP LOVING YOU…
haven’t lost any of my senses
even though I knows what you think
bout my sense of smell
(ask JOE I can alwayz sense a rat)
out for my cheese
care-less about my soul
but
i KEEP THE FAITH
day in and out…
my plan is to use this pain
to HEAL THE WORLD
again-this will be the gift to RE present
my PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE

Weight on my shoulders
as I fly through mo’ and MO’ TOWNS
hoping I Never Never Land
from the high, sweet, V(b)erry Gordy
contracts i’ve had to sign

yet I vow to be there..
to create…to inspire
slowly forming Vitiligo..
but this isn’t a race
skin isn’t an issue
doesn’t matter if you’re BLACK OR WHITE
I still dance for you…
and I’ll BE THERE for you..
YOU’RE NOT ALONE…
and
regardless of how they paint me
in the wallz of their children’s bedroomz
I’m
No THRILLER but i still
make them SCREAM
from the DANGEROUS nature of
the assignment
i’ve been WORKIN’ DAY AND NIGHT
on
sleep walking w/ moonless notions
at the BREAK OF DAWN
i felt
SPEECHLESS and THREATENED
forced me to INVADE YOUR PRIVACY
trapped in the infinite desert of my
insecurity…
so at this point
i”m thirsty but
no PEPSI COMMERCIAL can convince me that
you’re the one
but
you’re on fire…
did my research….
it’s (you’re) easy as ABC,
lemme count the fellas 1, 2, 3………..
you truly rocked the world
but i still wanna steal your heart
watch how i POP its LOCKS
like a well oiled
DANCING MACHINE,
but dancing for her,
not as easy!

she plays so hard to get but momma always said,
“DON’T STOP ‘TIL YOU GET ENOUGH!”
went too hard now
there’s BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR
but i haven’t had enough
even tho “ “ told me
how to be a “MAN”
i’m one
of the GHOSTS..

they always want to tell His Tory
but let me tell you mine;
*
this MAN (Boy) IN THE MIRROR
wishes he could just forget to REMEMBER THE TIME
when she used to ROCK MY WORLD
to be honest, i don’t really
WANNA BE STARTIN’ SOMETHING
but i’m telling you
Ima take his girl
Ima Jack SON!
like a SMOOTH CRIMINAL
it’s just my HUMAN NATURE
she’s a LIBERIAN GIRL
but I just call her DIRTY DIANA
treats me like a play thing, a ball, how
she bounces me OFF THE WALL
things are moving too fast
and i’m not even a SPEED DEMON
but ANOTHER PART OF ME….
is taking over…
BAD vs. good
if i had to describe it…

such a PRETTY YOUNG THING
so i really wanna BEAT IT
and give her BUTTERFLIES
make her so happy, she’ll think
HEAVEN CAN WAIT
just give me one shot
and I promise…
THE GIRL IS MINE!
she’ll be the main LADY IN MY LIFE…

and THIS TIME AROUND
i’ll use her SMILE
to fuel my passion
give back to the essence
write an EARTH SONG
for MOTHER…
i just wonder WILL YOU BE THERE
when i perform?
i’m so ready to JAM
w/o PRESLEY
so don’t press me
like grapes
we used to use our thoughts
to think we loved one another
that wasn’t so..
so…one had to go…
fck deception
can’t hide behind the
surgical plastic
elastic
identity
pale faced
acceptance
need to kill us
invite her to our funeral…
tell DIANA,
i’d let
LIZ be my TAILOR
need the perfect suit
that can hide my manhood
from hurley LISA MARIE
hid innocence in a BLANKET in PARIS where a PRINCE sleepz…

KING OF POP

Leem © 2017

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