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Look men made a habit out of wanting her see men like blondes men like curves men like *** some men want it all because I guess all men want to date actresses Norma Jean little girl never had a home passed around like nothing never had a home and was passed door to door abandoned because her mother lost her marbles a girl who was only wanted by men since childhood Norma Jean she heard a chorus of lies every time someone called her name and she was not good enough so she dyed her hair not good enough so she changed her name not good enough so she became an object and when she could act no more when she looked into the mirror and couldn't see herself looking back it was not good enough Marilyn a star with the most useful tool looks but couldn't focus the little things so three men left instead she focused on the audiences clapping focused on the people loving her focused on the men in the front row whispering Marilyn as they let her beauty invade their souls like a main street ballyhoo playing praise to her not knowing each note was bittersweet making her feel elated and crushed crushed beneath the chains holding her too strongly to her past behind every compliment she felt his wandering hands the hands of a man an orphan was supposed to call father or the hands of a boy the boy she was supposed to call brother because her whole life she was only wanted for one thing and the men in the crowds only echoed what she had known all along that she was not good enough so she dyed her hair not good enough so she changed her name not good enough so she became their object not good enough so they mocked the woman who only aimed to please calling out to her holding her up not knowing she would fall see the depressed have an intimacy with death it’s there in their dreams but sticks around for their nightmares and the fans turned to one another trying to determine the distance between joy and sorrow not realizing that depression can push the distance making the tallest mountains look like ant hills creating decrescendos so soft they fade out of existence and for a moment it felt like the entire universe had begun to cry distance must be an illusion the woman can’t be dead Marilyn her life taken transforming the way people think about emotions and for an instant it was like sadness was a tangible thing like you could reach out and feel it like for the first time you could see happiness and sadness tango in a dance so slow and delicate that we finally understood the history was so important to know the woman all we ever had to do was look.
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
Monroe (After Koyczan's Beethoven)
Look men made a habit out of wanting her see men like blondes men like curves men like *** some men want it all because I guess all men want to date actresses Norma Jean little girl never had a home passed around like nothing never had a home and was passed door to door abandoned because her mother lost her marbles a girl who was only wanted by men since childhood Norma Jean she heard a chorus of lies every time someone called her name and she was not good enough so she dyed her hair not good enough so she changed her name not good enough so she became an object and when she could act no more when she looked into the mirror and couldn't see herself looking back it was not good enough Marilyn a star with the most useful tool looks but couldn't focus the little things so three men left instead she focused on the audiences clapping focused on the people loving her focused on the men in the front row whispering Marilyn as they let her beauty invade their souls like a main street ballyhoo playing praise to her not knowing each note was bittersweet making her feel elated and crushed crushed beneath the chains holding her too strongly to her past behind every compliment she felt his wandering hands the hands of a man an orphan was supposed to call father or the hands of a boy the boy she was supposed to call brother because her whole life she was only wanted for one thing and the men in the crowds only echoed what she had known all along that she was not good enough so she dyed her hair not good enough so she changed her name not good enough so she became their object not good enough so they mocked the woman who only aimed to please calling out to her holding her up not knowing she would fall see the depressed have an intimacy with death it’s there in their dreams but sticks around for their nightmares and the fans turned to one another trying to determine the distance between joy and sorrow not realizing that depression can push the distance making the tallest mountains look like ant hills creating decrescendos so soft they fade out of existence and for a moment it felt like the entire universe had begun to cry distance must be an illusion the woman can’t be dead Marilyn her life taken transforming the way people think about emotions and for an instant it was like sadness was a tangible thing like you could reach out and feel it like for the first time you could see happiness and sadness tango in a dance so slow and delicate that we finally understood the history was so important to know the woman all we ever had to do was look.
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elizabeth-raine
English
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
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