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
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
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