Even if you were not an early fan
of Prince, you had to admire the chances
he took, blending and bending identity,
gender, genre, religion, and race.
Gored for the sex we understood
even if society did not approve,
he declined to parse behave and misbehave,
the solitary ambivalent mode. All along
the watchtower, his witness was his song.
Refusing to become a corporate slave,
he chose freedom to live, perform, and love,
to cherish delight and not to brood
too long, to accept all colors in his embrace,
black and white, purple, raspberry, and paisley,
inviting us all to his blistering riffs and dances
as he grew from prodigy to self-made man.
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