She sings blues. She sings sadness with want.
She cuts lyrics like an expert chef chops. Her metaphors mash up stories within stories.
Blonde hair. Artists arm. Army camo pants. Badass hat. Bright smile. Wicked dance moves. She's contagiously charming.
And, she had a voice married to the guitar's howl. But, more than her range of apparent talent, was her joy for being there- -her dare to spread her wings and SOAR.
She is shining. She's the message of own it, and by all means shine.
To me, she was that dare-to-know-your-worth and set it free for the world to know it too.
Yep, Patrice Pike. Pretty perfect.
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