An Open Letter to Micheal Jackson
Dear Michael Jackson,
I've been needing talk to you for a long time... this is really difficult. Well, part of it is that I love you so and I don't know what to do to help you. But I've got to tell you. YOU NEED HELP. Living in Dubai isn't going to solve your problems, particularly if you don't speak or read Arabic or understand the customs. (Although I'm sure it's beautiful and will come visit you anytime.) You once told me you were going back to Indiana. I think that would be best.
Or, Maybe you should talk to Oprah. I'm sure she'll talk to you. You can move into one of her complexes. She'll call Lil' Richard, Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, and Dr. Phil. You guys will talk it out, eat some ribs or something. Work out whatever is making you CRAZIER THAN HELL. Excuse me. But I'm so frustrated right now because your behavior is affecting me adversely. I need to hear your voice. You have such a beautiful voice and it's at the peak of it's maturity. Just when I want to give up on you, you give me "Butterfly". It's beautiful. Your voice is beautiful.
Please stop being crazy. Let the bass come out in your speaking voice. Stop having slumber parties with little boys. Stop wearing sheila's in Arab countries and going to ladies rooms. STOP BEING SO CRAZY.
We'll discuss it more when we talk.
Love,
Charity