believe

"do not read the tabloids" he said in interviews after interviews, he kept pleading innocence for all crimes we his so called fans levied on to him. no, there is no oxygen chamber, there is no skin bleach, there is no contract marriage and there was never any child abuse, yet we did'nt believe him. he kept saying he was in love with life, with his fans, with children, that he wanted happiness, education, health, he really wanted to heal the world, but did we listen? he sang his heart out, performed to wow us, created fantasy in this material world, gave hugs and joy and music, the gift of music, but were we listening?

sometimes i wonder why death has to remind us of life. why can't we see simple truths for themselves any longer? why do we take for granted the goodness? why could we no believe that MJ could really be all that nice, that he really was shy, that his skin was diseased, that he adored children and wanted a life he had to let go, that he wanted to live and he wanted to love and be loved. why could we not believe when he kept saying it, showing it, singing it? do we not believe that one of us could be honest? do we doubt our own race? our own people? do we have an iota of trust left within us?

there are im sure many MJ's around you, pleading innocence, waiting to be loved. maybe they are what they say they are. give them a chance, undo this curse and believe.