Rocks was put in front
Of him to stumble
While his earth
Was deeply shaken
By growing up
In a sharecropping
And bootlegging
Environment
Never did he crumble
Those rocks that were
Under his soles
Did though…
As he made it
Just miniscule
Dust under his feet
His voice
Would reach
Angelic realms
Featuring his coarse vibrato
To stir your soul
Made those piano
Keys scream
As his fingers slid
Vigorously on those
Ebony and ivories
A bluesy sonnet soar
Millions could not ignore
At the time his signature
Was the Original
For those boring
Ears out there
He was surely the cure
As his gifts would steadily
Unfold
Giving us sounds that sold
To tower upon the status of
RIAA gold
In all his monetary
Success he still wondered
About his salvation of his soul
He birthed a new genre of music
Called Rock ‘n’ Roll
But the crown was taken
To the lesser
His music was powerful
He was soulful and comical
Do not ever forget
He was a musical genius
While he entertained
As you may have laughed.
Confident in his strides
As he walked in his pain
In a positive light
Always talking about his creator
Preaching after this life
He prepared a place
For his children to live better.
By Deon Souldier Ballard
Nice tribute to an icon Little Richard