Blu Valentine: a NiVella:

She was only nine, carrying pain too big,
A secret born in silence the church refused to dig.
Mama smiled for cameras, turned shame into prayer, but Blu was left humming just to breathe the air.

Oh, Blu Valentine, broken but still singing,
Voice full of sorrow, but the world kept clinging.
Famous for her songs, not the cries in the night,
Blu Valentine, still searching for the light.

Years of gold records, Grammys in her hand,
Crowds screaming louder than she could ever stand.
But the headlines came running when she couldn't take the weight, her goodbye was stolen, and the world called it a story.

Oh, Blu Valentine, broken but still singing,
Voice full of sorrow, but the world kept clinging.
Famous for her songs, not the cries in the night,
Blu Valentine, still searching for the light.

There's a girl named Song, a truth buried deep,
A daughter, a secret to keep.
Love wrapped in trauma, blood bound in lies,
but Blu still believes a song never dies.

Oh, Blu Valentine, broken but still standing,
A life made of pain, but her soul still demanding—
To be more than a headline, more than the past,
Blu Valentine, sings her truth at last.