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How can such a beautiful human being leave so soon?

How can such a beautiful human being leave so soon?

by Tirtsah Yisrael

It was a normal Thursday morning for me. I had been up meditating and watering my garden outside. I returned my cousin’s call after seeing a few missed calls from her. We were on the phone for a good while talking about the latest gossip from my hometown and sharing our men problems of the week so far. I remember cracking a Prince joke saying, “You haven't lived until a man 'attempts' to serenade you with a Prince song.” She and I laughed because we're two of the biggest Prince fans for Millennials.


I remember her randomly saying, “What the f*** Prince died?!” I immediately dropped everything that I was doing and asked her to repeat what she’d said to make sure I had heard correctly. Seeing the TMZ headline saying Prince was dead at age 57, floored me. I was devastated and VERY skeptical because hey, It's TMZ. They lie their asses off! By now, I'm livid because the last I checked, he was ill with the flu and had just finished a concert in ATL the day before. It wasn't until I saw the CNN headlines and the Prince groups I'd joined years ago on Facebook more active than usual that my world came to a screeching halt.


I didn't think this day would come so soon. My heart dropped into my stomach, my palms began to itch and the tears began to burn from the corners of my eyes. I screamed so loud, “BITCH, PRINCE IS DEAD!” and I fell out on the floor. Meanwhile my cousin is still on speaker phone I'd imagine having the same reaction because she's screaming herself. Prince taught me so much about myself, life, God, love, sensuality and sexuality.

Prince was there when I was becoming a young lady, still very awkward around the opposite sex. I had no idea how to be a woman and he showed me the way. For the longest I could not bear to wear skirts and heels. I didn't like the attention I got from men. I was pretty much a Tom Boy growing up and homies with all the jocks in school which drove the others girls nuts. Prince's music like 'The Most Beautiful Girl in the World' and 'Kiss' made me see that there was power in being a woman and it was my divine right to claim its power. Now I proudly and boldly walk around as a strong, sexy, and confident Black Woman. Funny how a man can teach you things about yourself you couldn't seem to understand on your own.


I have to say he greatly impacted me spiritually. I've always had a deep love for God and as I got older I became more aware of Him and his plans for me. I decided to change my name one day. My family lost their collective minds. They couldn't understand my reasoning and assumed that I had joined some commune/cult like group when that was hardly the truth at all. Prince was a major reason why I had the courage to change my name. He said in an interview that Black people know what it is to want to change a situation and that white slave owners gave their names to us. So why not do what Muhammad Ali and Malcolm X did? That's exactly what I did. I took back control of myself, my TRUE self, and never looked back.



People always wonder why I'm such a die hard for this man I've never met? I simply tell them, “He is OUR brother and he's been trying to deliver a message to us to love our black selves with all our hearts and to love one another just the same.” I will forever love and cherish his legacy, never forgetting who he was and what he's done for me in my life. May he forever live on in our hearts and rest in the bosom of our Almighty God and Father Yahweh. Peace.


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