Human Nature

They say he’s gone…but I can still hear his voice in the air
His message of freedom, hope, and love riding the wind
that blows gently through my hair.
Springing melodies without compare,
over decades and shades of brilliance
His mere existence breathing love and healing
for the world to share.

More than a trendsetter…
More than amazing voice…
More than the lyrics he spun
to remind us that the way we live was our choice.
More than his groundbreaking hits
that I must admit, would suddenly cause my body to throw fits,
dropping to half splits, spinning twisters
while thrusting hips and standing on toes,
screaming, “who’s bad?”
like everyone should know….

That he and I are connected…

Though I had never touched his face
Or shook his hand,
Or shared a dance in the same space,
Or had really gotten to know the man….

…who taught me that in the mirror is where healing begins…
...who used his talent to make me feel more than a fan…
...And more than Black…
...And more than able to achieve greatness
...despite the world’s attacks…

So rest on, Dear Michael, for you deserve the peace
Rest on, for I know you’re not gone…
I can hear your voice in the wind pushing me to ascend,
encouraging me to be strong.

So Rest on,
Rest…
My dear Michael…
Finally, you can rest.

Written By: Lyric Dysin/D'Shawn Watts 7/8/09