Iconic

There’s a lot of talk 
about when the music died;
But the Summer of 1958?
That was a different time;

There were three born, 
each with the same goal: 
to redefine everything,
to change the world; 

All have been called royal;
Prince, and Michael;
Just one spot left,
This one meant for a girl;

She hit us like a french kiss in 1983;
An artist getting played on pop stations 
but she was singing R & B;
 
In the 90’s she was Dita 
putting everyone to task;
Right now, her fans know her  
simply as Madame X;

All have been called royal
We lost Prince, we lost Michael
Just one left, the Material Girl;
 
They call Madonna a legend,
the Queen of Pop;
Whenever anyone asks ‘Why’?
The fans say
the lyrics speak for themselves,
‘I can’t, Icon two letters apart’.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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