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A strong black boy is born with happy eyes;
A pearl that shines brightly.
The greatest star ever known, a leader.
His voice, his rhythm and his heart in harmony.
He changed music and dance,
He changed how we dress, walk and hear.
He even changed how we see songs.
The most famous, the most sold, the richest and most eccentric, nothing ever like it seen before.
He had the world by the tail, but it was too much of a heavy burden, too much responsibility.
He couldn’t take it.
Then he started to fade,
He was lost, went crazy. He became very sick.
And the whiter his skin got, the stranger he looked.
He spent almost everything he had made, shriveled, wasted away.
He didn’t know what color he was or even who he was.
He wished he were Peter Pan. An eternal child in Neverland.
Maybe he really was…
The fact is that the other day an extremely weak, debilitated white man, with straight hair died.
Died like any other mortal.
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Author: Pedro de Lemos Menezes
Email: pedrodelemosmenezes@gmail.com
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