KING OF POP
This letter is dedicated to my icon, people put him down but the cream always rises to the top;
This letter is in memory of Michael Jackson, also known as the king of pop.
If I rewind time, I mean all the way back to the very first music video I had ever seen;
The images would play me a man throwing his hat into the crowd, whilst he sung out Billie Jean.
He could pull off dance moves which left nations in disbelief, jaws on the floor, unable to talk;
I remember sliding backwards on my kitchen floor, trying to mimic his moonwalk.
He was the first black man to appear on MTV, his ambition opened the doors for an entire new music culture;
He was found not guilty in court, but that didn’t stop people trying to pick at him like a vulture.
His childhood was spent entertaining the world, instead of toys, he had a microphone, which made him so unique;
His entire life was spent in the spot light, and you have the arrogance to call him a freak.
Some people say he was crap, I ask how over a billion fans can be wrong;
He didn’t sing about how rich he was, or how he was gangster, he just tried to bring the world a little closer through his song.
I had tickets for his final concerts in London, after hours of clogging up the phone line;
But tragically the king of pop passed away, on Friday the 26th of June, 2009.
An irreplaceable genius has gone, an icon and legend, I don’t care what any other doubter will say;
I send this letter to the heavens, in loving memory of my hero, M.J.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011