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What is it…?
What is it…?

Is it my hair?
The way it curls
The way it bends on the ends
You don't like it straight?
The color of black
With a touch of blue
You don't like it?
Covering my eyes…
So you take it upon yourself
To make up lies

What is it…?

Is it my eyes?
They can see right through you
Is that what you don't like?
Or is it the sparkle
That blinds you
From my innocent light
Is that what you don't like?

What is it?

Is it my stare?
That bothers you
Or how I hold my head
Proud of whom I am
Proud of my life
Is that what you don't like?
Ready to strike…
At any moment
Ready to take my life

What is it?

Is it my grin?
Unbreakable
Or the way I run my finger
Across my chin
Oh I know…
That's it right?
My chin…

The dimple I created…?
Or am I too thin?
What is that?
Speak up I can't hear you
Oh you don't like way I live?

You don't like the way I love
Unconditional
A love I was made to shed
The purist love
Sent from God above

What is it?

Is it that I have a disease?
That you don't understand
How I can be born a color
And still remain the same man
When I now shed a new face
And a different color of man?

What is it?

Are you jealous of me?
Of the love I have
This is imbedded
Into a billion fans
A love I earned
A bond you tried so desperately
To break
Along with my life you tried to take

Is that it?

You're jealous of my talents
That I was molded
And shaped to bring love
And share love
Something you will never understand
Or the real color of this man

What is it?

Is it my nose?
Because it looks like no other
Do you look at me?
Before opening my first page
Make your own assumptions
Name calling, lies, horror stories.
Accusations, racism, police brutality
Satanism…

What is it?

Is it my voice?
Because I speak in a higher tone
Because of my gracefulness,
Because of my hands,
The sculpture of my bones?

I was molded
And shaped to bring love
And share love
Something you will never understand
Or the real color of this man

Please tell me what it is?
That makes me different then you
And please tell me what makes you
Better than me
When I still bleed the color red
And my heart is still fed…
In the purist love…
That God sent me here to shed

I am Michael Jackson
I am the color of man

~rAiNcRiEs~
©07~06~05