Like any normal day
I came from school
thinking about
doing something
close to nothing,

but somehow
I was on time
and Mama said
Auntie had a place
for us to go,
yet not thinking
I'd be seated
amongst the purple reign
in a distant row.

Musicology
and I'd been studying
music period
since four-

so we strode thru
downtown
and I saw men
in purple gators, slacks
fedoras, and silk shirts

women with
purple eyelashes,
hair tinted and dyed
so overwhelmed
in the backseat
I almost died!

He hit the stage
after being released
from a purple chest
hollering
"Birmingham!
Oh, Birmingham!"
with a spiritually
baptist laden nuance
on the latter -

a medley here and there,
but "Controversy's" 
groove stuck out
and the large screens 
in the arena
showed the stage's
full aspect-

and the audience 
held it's own entertainment,
I saw people kissing,
heard people hollering,
smelled marijuana
and Prince turned into
a vocal aphrodisiac.

He put on a show
and at the end
he left the same
as he'd come,
rolled away
in his purple chest,

and I was there
to witness
when the Prince came.