It has been months since Prince passed away, MONTHS! And I am still in a state of reflection on what his artistry and time on this earth meant to a little girl like me in Barbados growing up in the 80s and 90s.
The truth is more than his actual music what I loved about Prince was that he represented all that I wanted to be then and all that I want to be now; myself without apology! He was himself without apology and on full show. He had fun with the way he presented that self to the world and made no defense of others’ perception of who he was at any time.
Heels, jeri curls, tight pants and that “over the top” personality, Prince was himself or whoever he wanted to be at a given time, with a coolness and confidence in a world that tells you to be yourself and instructs you HOW to be yourself.
This was the influence he had on me. I loved his music and I loved his public persona as himself. This idea of Prince helped me to be at peace with myself a teenage life when I did not feel connected to anyone around me whether at school or church because, I felt weird and out of place constantly.
I knew because of the example set by him (and the parents) that being who you are, no matter how awkward, was OK as long as you were OK with yourself.
This is a sentiment I hear from so many people today. We tell our children this, we tell our friends the same and we even repeat it on social media. However, if we reflect on how we treat each other, we would know it is not the truth. We celebrate people like Prince, Rihanna and Madonna and others who are celebrities and outrageously themselves, but to those around us, we hound with critiques about hair, clothes, speech and other benign aspects of themselves that though not dangerous or harmful, do not match the “HOW to be yourself manual” that accompanies our exhortations to be yourself.
I could tell you of the teenage and adulthood bullying I faced on the account of my hair, long skirts and mismatched apparels that offended those around me. I could tell you of the times I pronounced words differently than another individual and they understood but pretended not to because they wanted to make me feel stupid. You could probably tell the world of the times you felt stupid because you wore the wrong colour to a party and people eyed you strangely or when GROWN folk judged you because of the colour of your skin, your gender, nationality or something as silly as the type of music you listen to. But a consequence of Prince’s influence in my life is not ignoring these situations but being comfortable enough with me that I move forward being me even in the face of such intentional or unintentional attempts to mock the me I always will be.
For this, Prince means the world to me. I thank him for his influence and hope that he will continue to rest in peace.