Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Unfortunately, it is only in death when people truly appreciate the individuality of a person. As they linger in his wake, people will look past his failures. People will look past his achievements, but in the end, they will only find that man’s identity can only be a reflection of the world around him….

Remember how Michael embodied black pride and talent during his time? Everyone loved his music. They even declared him the King of Pop. Life was good— until the pressures of society took hold of the Michael's identity, turning it inside out. The scandals, the surgeries and the like piled up, but in the end, the King of Pop left all those things behind. He finally left the world and its corruptive riches. Little did he know that he already left himself long ago at the beginning of the path he chose.