He came to us from the creator,
trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love,
family love, and he survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion,
humor and style.
We had him whether we know who he was or did not know,
he was ours and we were his.
We had him,
beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow,
and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
MJ, perhaps more than any other celebrity or artist, was loved by his fans. They admired, cherished, and put him on a pedestal. They loved to dance to his music and just have fun and enjoy themselves. Sometimes even getting carried away with themselves in his presence 

We Had Him