Michael Jackson

When I first learned of his death on Thursday (at work), I was in disbelief. I was just waiting for Ashton Kutcher to come out of nowhere yelling “You’ve been Punk’d” at any moment. That didn’t happen. Instead, I saw black people, white people, Asians, and Latino’s  crying in distress. It was then, that I knew that it wasn’t a publicity stunt, or a rumor. This was real.

The global affect of his transition is astonishing. I’ve seen people of all colors, and creeds grieve. The beautiful thing about it is that people are grieving in love and unity.  That gives me hope for what’s left of humanity. The vibe of the season is different this year and losing Michael Jackson has made time seem like an unreal concept. The world stood still when it was confirmed that he did indeed pass unexpectedly at the age of 50.

I remember watching his videos on TV with my mother when I was a little girl. Like so many others, I could only hope that I would one day be as fearless and great with my art as he was with his. It is because of Micheal Jackson, that I am not only an artist, but an artist that understands that my potential is never limited for anyone or anything ever. Who knew that that small black boy from Gary Indiana would leave such a vast imprint on the world?

The death of Michael Jackson…

Wow, it feels so weird to put his name and “death” in the same sentence. I strongly believed that he was going to make it well into old age. It was one of my goals to meet him one day just to simply say, “thank you”. Michael Jackson inspired me to vent about whatever I wanted to on paper. He also challenged me to deliver my words and emotions through positive vibrations that really speak to the heart and soul of everyone. For that, I am eternally grateful. He will be missed