I was a little shook up about Micheal Jackson and Whitney going down. I was truly sad about the way Robin Williams took his life. But Prince? Prince?
It was like when I found out Santa Clause wasn’t real, and then found out there is no Christmas in my religion. A dream died. An era is over. My childhood fantasy, my school girl crush, my womanly daydream, died.
Prince was more a dream than a human. No scandals, no arrests, no drugs and the voice of an angel.
There are certain lines from Raspberry Beret that I think about all the time. When it’s a grey day, I literally say to myself, “Overcast days never turned me on…” courtesy of Raspberry Beret. “The kind you find in a second-hand store.”
And sometimes when I’m working I think to myself, “My boss was Mr. Magee, He said several times he didn’t like my kind, ‘cause I was bit too leisurely.”
I think that song spoke to me because I always wanted to be that girl. That girl who “walked in through the out door, out door.” Every time I go to the grocery store and there are exit and entrance doors, I literally play that line in my head. Sometimes even I walk in through the out door.
What I’m trying to say is that Prince is a living, breathing part of me. Why Raspberry Beret? I don’t know maybe because he sang, “I think I love her.”
He loved her because she wore a Raspberry Beret. I don’t wear hats, I don’t look good in hats. But I have some kind of signature style I think. The kind you find at Macy’s.
I want someone to sing about my scarf or my shoe.
When I was growing up I had a group of friends who were obsessed with Prince. To the point that I did not understand it, until now. I mean I thought he was cool, but they thought he was a god. A male fiend of mine would wear eyeliner like Prince. He was so pretty. Not gay at all, just pretty.
Prince was so pretty. Not gay at all either, just beautiful.
Whether your favorite Prince flavor was raspberry or purple…whether you were sure a big party would start in 1999…If you ever had a KISS like his.
Another line that always play in my head “You don’t have to watch Dynasty, to have an attitude…” I used to watch Dallas, and I have an attitude.
“Act your age, not your shoe size!”
“You don’t have to be cool to rule my world.”
I guess Seven is an important number in Christianity. Seven was my favorite Prince song. I have no idea what it meant. And I don’t care.
“Stand in the way of love and we will smoke them all…with their intellect…”
You know what I take that back…I know what it means…”today all seven will die.”
Today Prince is dead.
I can’t believe I just wrote that. He was different. Not like the others. He stood up for himself with record companies and stood up for black lives.
I’m a writer so I noticed his eloquence with words…you noticed what you noticed. But above all he was real.
Prince was once on CNN with Larry King and said that his inspiration came from god.
He’s with god now…and when this world ends I just bet you we will still say, “The sky was all purple, there were people runnin’ everywhere. Couldn’t run from the destruction, you know I didn’t even care.”
That’s how cool Prince was. I’m sure he handled death like no one before him. ‘Cause he handled life like no one before him.
Rest in Peace. Or Reincarnate…Or be one with your King…
You will always be my Prince.