After the shock passing of yet another cultural icon in 2016, Alexandra Nakelski remembers the legendary lyricist Prince with a poem of her own.
We are gathered here today to celebrate someone who challenged the establishment….
A Radical, an icon, with an unwavering voice of dissent.
Someone who transcended stereotypes of gender and race.
Someone who put greedy record companies in their place.
A champion of artistic freedom, The Marxist of Glam,
He exposed the music industry’s exploitative scam.
To someone who was never scared of controversy,
His art and persona helped shape my bold identity.
To someone who NEVER let the elevator bring him down,
He pissed people off, and for that, the Prince earned his crown.
He believed in passion, personal freedom and embraced being unique.
He alluded those in power with his alluring mystique.
He didn’t let anyone own him…not even his name.
He guided black and white together in his opus, Purple Rain.
He did things on his own terms. Never gave those who pressured him his consent.
If someone didn’t like what he was doing, he told them to go get bent.
I grew up in the MTV years….and I make no apology.
Your confidence and conviction is forever instilled in me.
I will remember your electricity in all of the boat rocking that I do,
You are an inspiration, Prince…. Nothing Compares 2U!!!!
“Dreamer” (Prince, 2009)
Eye was born & raised on the same plantation
In the united states of the red, white and blue
Eye never knew that eye was different
Til dr. king was on the balcony
Lying in a bloody pool
Expected so much more from a loving society
A truthful xplanation but you know what?
Eye got another conspiracy
If it was just a dream… call me
Call me a dreamer 2
With more rewards & accolades
Than anyone b4 or after
21st century, oh what a shame
That race still matters
A race 2 what and where we going?
We r in the same boat
But eye’m the only one rowin
Last time eye checked you were sleepin’
…but you can call me a dreamer 2
Peanut butter logic served on a bed of lies
Don’t go down 2 easy
When you see ur father cryin’
Have you ever clutched the steering wheel
Of ur car 2 tight?
Prayin’ that the police sirens
Pass you by at night?
While the helicopter circles
& the theory’s getting deep
Thing they’re spraying chemicals over the city
While we sleep?
From now on eye’m staying awake…
So you can call me a dreamer 2
Wake up wake up