Between my flight, and other things. I was so exhausted that I forgot to post. So here's my piece. . .
PurpleMaryBlackstar (work in progress)
I'm writing about the feeling. . .
When I first heard Mos Def and Talib Kweli
It was like being injected with Purple Rain for the first time.
When I first heard Mary J's pain, I was turned into her, and she was me.
I sang along not knowing what it mean, I was young in age, but old in soul.
But with every verse, I was matured and prepared.
"Life can be only what you make it. . ."
Those words echoed in my heart, haunted me, and still visits me to this day.
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