Poetry Corner: Michael are you OK?

While you laugh and call my hair nappy.

You accuse me,

You abuse me.

A phenomenal singer, dancer

Used by the by the machine was everyone’s “Favorite” but

Who was REALLY on his team?

America will use you like

The shoes they about to throw away

Then when you die now the whole world wants to pray

I gotta hide my Black soul to make you happy,

You expect me to dance and entertain ,

For every hit he made another ton of shit

Was laid

No room for human nature when the world

Professes to love ya but actively hates ya

He was always quick on his feet

He father and then the world continually chose his ass to beat

Once behind that closed door you discover

The elites behind music industry to be synonymous with a dirty whore

Nothing more

Hide through the mask to endure and manage the pain

No use to take it off

As you’ll never see nothing the same

What’s worse to be robbed of your childhood?

Or to grow up rich, Targeted and misunderstood?

The Smooth Criminal Well learned

Painting evil pictures by way of the subliminal

They want you to pay no mind and believe every game they play lol it’s inconsequential

No resistance once they control and dominate the mental

If you black talented with power that thrills

Best believe they probably already got a plot sicken will to kill