“With Angels; An Ode to Michael Joseph Jackson”
Written By Khalilah-Yasmin ©
I may have never held your hand, or felt your embrace,
But you touched my soul, my mind and every empty space.
I may have never heard you say or call out my name,
But you spoke to me often, regardless of your fame.
I may have never let you- look into my eyes,
Yet I saw myself in yours, no matter your disguise.
You may have never danced with me, but since I was born I followed your feet,
Wearing your glove, hoping you’d visit me in my sleep.
You may have never saw me, but I was always watching you,
as you gave yourself selflessly, awakening closed minds and dreams come true.
You may have never been there when I was a child and your voice made me cry,
you had power to move any age, any color, and unite us under ONE SKY.
I will never know your struggle, your life, or your pain,
but you are our Brother, and we are the same.
I will never hold your hand, I never got the chance,
You will never hug me, or give me that dance.
I asked God for a favor, he said he’d hand deliver my poem,
He assured me you Moonwalked with Angels and you were not alone.