Blades of grass coming up from the ground that cut my fingers and slice through my heart. Sharp as they are, Like your words when spoken so harsh. They cut so deep and wounded my soul.
When I wrote this, I was thinking about Michael. He was right there in the front of my mind. It was if he was saying, “they hurt me with their words by calling me names and saying I did these things I didn’t do.” I felt him saying to me to write it. The words just flowed on the paper as if to say, this was what he wanted me to say.
So, for what the media did to him, for Michael.