Purple Tears For A Prince

The unexpected death of brother Prince Brought a lot of tears and clouds of sadness Our brother was different. He was the best In everything that he did. His purple pants His multiple purple outfits could make a King jealous Wow! Prince was a true and genuine royal prince He was versatile; he could play a lot of instruments Prince was unique, courteous, stylist, and generous Our prince was special. At times, he could be funny And indeed comical. Mixing the colors red and blue Will give you purple, violet, the color of aristocracy In a good way, royalty in a positive light, mystery In a special genre, and piety in a loving and godly aura Prince was the baobab or the afro-king of a special era He was a superstar in every conceivable way, a purple rose Floating in a quiet and clear stream, hanging out with a purple rain In a sad April afternoon. Happiness is nothing but a sweet pain That the heart will never forget. Prince left us in a morose Orgy, in an unconventional and surrealist mood Through his music, and the deafening sound of his guitar Prince was extravagant; he was a born epic superstar A true divine inspiration for all of us left in the hood. Copyright © April 24,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.