Michael Jackson at the (young) age of 50 is no longer living.
Even as I type that, I don’t believe it. To be honest I haven’t even accepted the fact that Bernie Mac has passed- I know that’s random, but I seriously have not– because I see him everyday on tvs and in movies and… idk, it just doesn’t seem real, but back to Michael.
Though he has been controversial in the media within the past decade- I still reverenced him as the king. The king of music, the king of dance, the king of pop. There is no one on Earth who is more well-known than Michael. There is no one on Earth that has had a greater influence on this century than Michael Jackson. Some may laugh at that truth, but its real… My mother is one of his biggest fans and I’ve always loved MJ. His slow destruction began with the bantering of his father, he would constantly poke fun at his appearance and say that Michael had, “a big nose, and bad skin,” not to mention the unintended pressures of a few big brothers here and there. Words are powerful- they can (for some) cut deep and they can linger in one’s mind causing a person to change overtime… so for our beloved MJ that meant a nose job, some facial restructuring, and then because no doctor would turn down the king of pop his need for plastic surgery became over indulgent and I know that that, even if not specifically, played a role in his death. Oooo death- that word hurts… Michael Jackson and death… they just don’t belong in the same sentence. Oh, but don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying they (his family) caused his death, but that stuff crossed my mind and I just think that’s where the psychological issues stemmed from thus causing Michael to often act bizarre and what not. (Most people’s psychological issues stem from childhood). (He specifically died from cardiac arrest)
Anyway…. I just want to say that Micheal, I LOVE you, no matter what anyone says, no matter what anyone will say- you will ALWAYS be number 1.
MJ Greatest Dance Moves