04/17/2024
MJ…
Second row at the Buell Theater. In awe of the stage and those on it. Sitting next to one of my favorite people in the world, Rhoda Resnick, holding her hand. Honestly, a perfect spot to be!
The evening unfolding as MJ’s life unfolded. Full of joy, wonder, pain, and ultimately, sorrow. His life beautifully orchestrated through his most incredible music. Emotions flooding me watching his abuse as a child, and into adulthood. A relentless father, driving, driving, driving towards perfection. A mother, ultimately not protecting her children from his wrath. A familiar understanding rearing within me. Tears of remembrance feeling the sting of leather and more importantly, the violent words, upon my skin. Upon my tiny heart just trying to beat.
Driving home in joy. The joy that comes with an evening spent with lovely people, getting a glimpse into the life of a misunderstood genius. Through the years my spirit has compared MJ to Mozart, Presley, and the Beatles. His music taking the world to a place it has never been before, and quite honestly, I don’t think will be seen again.
As the show finished, Man in the Mirror, was sung, danced, and played out with all of the participants. An anthem sung out, “I’ve been a victim of a selfish kinda love. It’s time that I realize, there are some with no home. Not a nickel to loan. Could it be really me pretending that they’re not alone? A willow deeply scarred, somebody’s broken heart. And a washed-out dream. They follow the pattern of the wind, ya see ‘cause they got not place to be. That’s why I’m starting with me.”
MJ’s words so true, they take courage to even type into my laptop.
Homeless most of
My entire life
Childhood in a trailer
Wic checks and gov’t aid
Carrying us through
At times pretending
I was ok
Know how scarred
I truly was
So many washed-out dreams
Climbing the mountain
One more time
The Wind
Oh, Her lovely enveloping
Giving me the courage
To start
With me
RLove❤
11.28 PM
4.16.24
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