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| Marilyn Monroe Falling Through the Cracks
Janet Kuypers 7/22/16 (based on the Fall 1996 poem “marilyn monroe’s sex life”) some people would have called me a slut I prefer a vixen Personally, I don’t think I was doing anything wrong I had it all men adored me most men would have done the same thing I did played the field I wasn’t even looking for sex just companionship I changed my name got rid of the old boring me ‘til I was “new and improved” changed whatever I could about me ‘til I couldn’t recognize myself any longer and I had the fame I had the wealth, the looks everything I wore those stiletto heels I stepped over the cracks that could have sent me tumbling why would I want one man keeping me in place maybe I’d borrow a man’s arm to help me step over those cracks on my way, but what if I wanted to see a bit more of life through the eyes of other people — why am I resented for that? so I start seeing my ex again and another ex and a new guy and another you know, most men would normally love to have a no-strings attached relationship with a woman why couldn’t that happen with me why is it people become obsessed with me this person I’ve created, this person that isn’t me: is what I’ve created really that famous, that perfect? I have rejected some men so many times they had to pick up their ego from between he cracks of the dirty floor, but they keep coming back telling me they love me wanting me to love them back I know I brought this upon myself I wanted to go on this wild ride but I don’t know how much facial cream I can use to keep hiding those cracks forming around my eyes, I know I say “keep smiling” but those deep lines around this “vivacious smile” are now cracks in my armor, growing deeper and deeper with every milestone I reach I know I brought this upon myself I wanted to go on this wild ride but I didn’t want to carry any baggage I thought I could make the men carry it for me and it seems that my bags are getting heavier and it seems that the bags under my eyes won’t go away anymore those bags are getting heavier, there are more cracks in the road and everything now is so heavy |
