Who was looking out for Micheal?
I did my walk this morning. Same place that I always do it. This time I never once got tired. I started slow as usual and turned on my playlist to Micheal Jackson as promised to myself. I will celebrate his life and legacy until further notice. I thought it was James Brown that would take me out of here, in terms of musical Icons. However, Michael’s tragic death has me stunned, shocked and yet in disbelief. Who was minding the store? My first song this morning was “Gone Too Soon” written by Michael Jackson.
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
I listened to the lyrics and the tenderness in his voice. I discerned how poignant this song was to his life. There was a children’s playground where I walk in Pleasanton, at Armador Park. It reminded me of the innocence of a young child, back in Gary, Indiana, where we all were born and raised - Michael, the Jackson Five, Janet and I. I had to sit down there, take myself back and begin to weap. Tears begin to flow into my sunglasses down my face. I sat and thought about the journey he took, from the tiny home to world fame, then died at 50. Nobody knows the trouble he has seen. 
Emotions - Tears, to Anger, then to Musical Happiness
I cried for him, Janet, the mother, Jermaine, LaToya, Randy, the father and the rest of the family. I cried because his life revealed so much of the dysfunction in all of our families. When we give up on one another in families. How we abandoned the nurturing that is necessary to feel whole and complete by our family members? How we do it to ourselves - this separation and dismissal of the contribution others who really know us can make, because we need love. Then, I became angry that he was gone. Wondering who was looking out for Michael? Who was minding the store? We all saw that Michael was hurting many years ago. Changing his hair, his skin, his looks. That is a cry for love. As an artist, I know that it is easy to assume that because the masses adore you, but nobody is there.

The media and comedians laughed and made money with their jokes and gestures. Michael was one of the walking wounded. Like Phylis Hyman and Donny Hathaway - Michael died in a slow, long, drawn out way. Stressed from the fame, the pain, the lies, the truths that were told about him. I dare anyone to listen to his music and not feel the passion, love and spirit of God coming through him. He loved people and all he wanted was to be loved.
Then I moved to “The Way You Make Me Feel”, “Billy Jean”, “I’ll Be There”, “We Are The World”, “Man In The Mirror”, “Black or White”. I downloaded everything that Michael ever made that I did not already have.
Thank God for music - Michael’s Music.
Because there is beat, groove, structure, a pulse that you can count on, his music crosses generations, and cultures, and moves throughout the world. I do not care about the debt he left behind. I do not care about the tragedy of his life in terms of child allegations, the money he spent to defend himself. I care that we all look at how we treat people who make it. A star is to be admired, not shot down from the sky. So when the media shows me pictures of his debts, and his supposed child abuse, I turn off the TV. I will not take that it anymore.
This is a day that I have to really watch my emotional self and be mindful. I want to just sit down at the IHOP, Denny’s or anywhere that has belgium waffles and pancakes. I want comfort food. Michael Jackson was a musical genius and strategically, methodically he was swept away by prescription drugs designed to mask the pain of his life. Why? Why do we leave our loved ones alone when they ask us to? Why do we watch them go down in shame? Why is it so easy for the media to continue bashing this brilliant, yet tortured man?
Humanitariun Contributions
I want to see more about his humanitarian contributions. What about “We Are The World”? How he brought so many musicians together to fight world hunger? How about the examples that he paved for people like Usher, Prince, P Diddy, Janet, Beyonce and so many others. Nobody danced like Michael. No body sang like Michael. No body could give like Michael to countless children. Sure it is easy to focus on the affection he had for young boys. But he also had affection for young girls, but people never focuses of that. They want to make him in to a freak. So he became freakish! Changing his looks because the brother had been beaten down, criticized, left alone, abandoned by his family, and eaten by the media and people that leach onto people vulnerable with money.
Today, I will burn a candle and pray for the world around me, for the family, for the world filled with hate and love. It’s obvious! I am having a hard time with Michael’s death. “Gone To Soon”

I am Sista Monica and I am Sistasizng!