Obvious Magazine CHOSE to speak good of Michael Jackson. Doing so at this time, promotes positive energy and allows us not to partake in negative media. Our prayers go out to his children and family during their troubling time. We ask that you pray for his children and their well being.
The poem below was sent exlusively to us by Spoken Word Artist Taylor Mickal out of New Orleans entitled:"Musicians Die. Kings Live Forever." (a tribute to Michael Jackson). This poem is very heartfelt and we wanted to share with our audience and follows of Obvious Magazine...R.I.P. Michael Jackson.
-Jerris Madison
Creative Director | Publisher
"Musicians Die. Kings Live Forever." (a tribute to Michael Jackson) by Taylor Mickal
Such a beautiful soul,
Should never feel so much pain...
As a young boy,
His father was more than cruel,
His first name was Joseph, but his last was "ridicule".
He would sit in a chair,
With his belt, and shout.
Threaten his mistakes,
Constantly calling Michael out:
"If you don't do it the right way,
I'll tear you apart!"
You see, his father saw money,
Michael simply saw art.
And as the Jackson's rose to fame,
Michael rose even higher.
Held down by a family's abuse,
But lifted by his desire.
And at only 11 years old,
His voice took the world,
Took every man, every woman,
Every boy, and every girl.
His dance took the stage,
And the people threw, not roses, but love.
And it was almost as if it made up
For his father's lack of.
The world worshiped him;
Bent to their knees like he was a king;
And that's just what he became.
A king of music; who was twice
Inducted to the rock and roll hall of fame.
And it wasn't just black or white,
His music was everywhere,
Michael never cared about color,
Only about those who cared.
Never forgot where he came from,
Never knew where he was going,
Simply sang from his heart,
And the fans continued growing.
Reaching beyond generations,
To the children of today,
Reaching beyond skin tone,
His music always found a way.
James Brown, Ray Charles,
Michael's inspirations.
Became the foundation for a music,
That stretched beyond imagination.
But shortly after his 90 minute breakdown,
In 1993.
Accusations from a greedy young boy,
Tore into Michael, for the world to see.
The music faded a little,
The dance wasn't quite the same.
The people's eyes turned to the courts,
The media stole his name.
But music made the man,
And the man was still alive,
So he reminded the world who he was,
With HIStory; a CD that thrived.
15 tracks of his best,
15 more brand new
A testament to who he was,
And what he could still do.
The fans came pouring back,
The music couldn't be more loud.
The heart as his instrument,
He sang to the world as his crowd.
Charging through the charts,
Walking across the moon.
They tried to knock him down,
Knowing Michael would fall soon.
And slowly, but surely,
Michael fell down to earth,
Where stress took his health,
And people took his worth.
The world was a cruel place for him,
It wasn't his sheet music anymore.
Michael was not "Invincible"
As he was once had been before.
And just as his life had begun,
In ridicule, hate, and fame,
The last decade of the legend
Was more or less, just the same.
Although his appearance had changed.
His heart hadn't changed a bit.
But the flame in Michael's eyes,
Was barely even lit.
June 25th, will always be remembered.
As a King of music, he will forever reign.
But I will never understand why such a beautiful soul,
Should ever feel so much pain...
-Taylor Mickal
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