And this much I know: That neither the color of Michael Jackson's skin nor mine was a curse but a blessed touch of uniqueness given by the Creator. That whatever Jackson's internal struggles within his own skin, he was born a black boy and he died a black man, and the songs of his soul that were the soundtrack of so many of our lives will resonate in perpetuity.
This much I also know: That I will always remember my brother the way he was way black when. And not even vitiligo, bleaching cream, or anything else can change that.
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