When in 1991 Freddie Mercury died- I was 7 years old and I cried like a beaver
Watched bits and pieces of Queen’s work. ALL weekend long. That was something.
Song after song. Two damn days. Like a memorial service.
Throughout my entire childhood I was a full of zeal worshiper of Freddie and Queen.
Michale Jackson, I worshiped as passionately, though it was love, a tad bashful, shameful I would say.
Reason of State: the genre of pursued music.
I loved Michael passionately and as a 8 year wanted to to make out with him.
I used to write letters to myself, “from the future”
And in each I would always ask,
“Asia, do you know how to dance, Michael Jackson style?
No. Asia did not learn . And she wont.
I am 25 years old, and Michael just died.
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