Letter to Someone From My Childhood

Dear MJ

When I was a kid, there was no one on earth cooler than you. In my mind, we’ve been married since I was eight, and now that you are gone, I carry true widow’s sorrow.

I remember the first time I saw the picture of you in the yellow vest and bow tie. I tore it out of one of my older sisters’ magazines and hung it up on our bedroom wall, by the window. I stared and stared at that poster. Any time I was in that room, I was staring. I thought you were so beautiful. You had the kind of eyes that just pierced my entire eight-year-old soul. On the other wall, over my bed, was the Thriller album. It hung on the wall, leafs spread, to display your slim physique, in its entirety, lain gracefully on the floor, baby tiger climbing over you. That was dope. I used to lay in my bed, in that same pose, facing you, pretending that we were lying together, having eight yr-old pillow talk LOL. Damn right, Billie Jean was not his lover. I’ll kick Billie Jean’s ass LOL

Mmmm….I remember Motown 25. The Jacksons performed and then all of a sudden, everybody left you on the stage alone and my eyes were glued to the tv. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but then you began to sing….. and dance! I remember jumping up and down, ever so slightly, as not to get yelled at by my mom. I was so excited. I felt so much emotion build up inside me, I thought I might explode, and then you hit that moonwalk. It was over for me. I started crying my little eyes out, LOL. You had my heart from that moment on, and I would never let anyone, from that day on, say a bad word about you. I have put people out of my house, hung up the phone on ‘em, and refused to talk to ‘em until they apologized, for someone saying something wrong about you. Even now, with you gone, somebody would be calling a ride, messing around LOL. I don’t play games when it comes to you, Mike. People better know LOL.

My letter was supposed to be to someone from my childhood and I define mine, in great proportion, by you. Everything was you. Posters and buttons and t-shirts and notebooks with hearts between our names. I was gonna be Ebony Jackson LOL. Damn that Lisa Marie!........ In two weeks we’ll be celebrating your life again, one year after your death. I wonder if I can find a poster with you and that yellow vest.

Hmmmm…..

POW!!!

Forever, Dig