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I am a beautiful woman with brains
I wonder when woman will be given the same rights as men
I hear men catcalling and whistling as I walk by
I see the flashing lights of the paparazzi's camera
I want to truly be seen for my talents instead of my looks
I am a beautiful woman with brains
I pretend that I am the queen of the world
I feel the non consensual touch of males on my waist
I touch the smooth silk of my red dress
I worry that I am seen only as an object instead of a person
I cry when I see a women being treated unfairly
I am a beautiful woman with brains
I understand that this issue is bigger than I am
I say that women are powerful
I dream about becoming a famous movie star
I try to give a voice to the woman who feel as if they don’t have one
I hope that one day women will be seen as equals
I am a beautiful woman with brains
She was a dreamer, a star in the making,
a girl with a heart full of hope.
She longed for a life that was grand and breathtaking,
A world where she could learn to cope
She was a gem, a diamond in the rough,
A beautiful girl, with both talent and charm.
A child who had it tough,
Who dreamed of making it far.
She rose to fame on the screens,
A goddess with a smile so bright.
She was radiant, like a queen,
A ray of hope in the darkest light.
She struggled with love and loss and pain,
And her fame came at a cost.
In the end, it was all in vain,
When one day she was lost.
Yet her legacy lives on, wherever
A symbol of grace, and power
Her spirit lives on, now and forever
As we remember her every hour
“Welcome back to the show Miss Monroe! It’s so great to have you here”, said famous talk show host Ellen.
“Thank you so much for having me Ellen”, said actress and model Marilyn, batting her lashes.
“You’ve had some incredible opportunities this past year, from modeling to acting. What would you say has been the highlight of your year so far?”, asked Ellen.
“Hmmm, that’s a tough question Ellen. I’ve been so fortunate to have so many amazing experiences. I’d have to say being a part of the movie, Some Like It Hot, was definitely my highlight. I had an absolute ball, and I got to work with some very talented people” replied Marilyn.
“You’ve also been very outspoken about your struggles with your mental health, and your anxiety. Could you share with the audience what dealing with that has been like?”
“It’s been a very challenging journey, but I am eternally grateful for the powerful men and women in my life, and their unconditional love and support. I’m truly blessed. I also think it is vital to talk about mental health and bring awareness to the topic, especially for the people who struggle with it.”
“Wow Marilyn, you sound like you know a lot about the topic”, said Ellen with a look of awe and respect on her face.
“You bet Ellen! I’m extremely passionate about the topic”, exclaimed Marilyn proudly.
“To add on to this topic, you’ve been the subject of many rumors and scandals over the years. How do you deal with that type of interrogation?”
“It's not always easy, but I try not to let it get to me. A majority of the people leading the rumors are men, men who don’t even know me. You know Ellen, men think girls are like books. If the cover doesn’t catch their eye, they won’t even bother to read what's on the inside. But I know who I am, and I try to focus on that”, said Marilyn.
“And finally before we run out of time, what advice would you give to young women?”
Marilyn responded immediately, as if she had been waiting for that question, “I would tell them to believe that anything is possible when you put in the work. We are all stars, and we deserve to twinkle.”
“Thank you so much for being here Marilyn! It has been such a pleasure having you.”
“No, thank you. We should all start living before we get too old” said Marilyn, smiling brightly.
June 24, 1940
Dear Diary, I need help. I’m stuck, and I have no way out. Day after day I am physically and verbally abused by my unstable mother. Lets not also forget when she attempted to drown me last week. It never ends. I can tell Mother is considering putting me in an orphanage. I’m scared. I also can’t get Mr. Klein’s words out of my head. “Now you can’t get out.” I never want to go near a man ever again. I’m tired of living this life. I’m tired of my mother beating me. I’m tired of being seen as nothing more than an object. I am so much more, and I want to be so much more. I envision myself as a movie star, loved by all. One of these days I'll show them, I'll show them all.
May 19, 1962
Dear Diary, today is the big day! I get to sing Happy Birthday to our dear president, Mr. John F. Kennedy. I’m so incredibly nervous. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so happy to be doing this, and it is such an honor, but I feel like I am going to throw up. I really hope he likes me. He’s so attractive, and imagine little old me as Mrs. President or even better Mrs. John F. Kennedy. I asked my dear friend Bob Mackie to design me a special dress for this special occasion. I wanted something that only I could wear. Something that would make jaws drop. And of course Mr. Mackie pulled through. The dress is absolutely gorgeous. It is flesh colored, and is supposed to match my skin tone, and there’s thousands upon thousands of shimmering rhinestones all over the dress. Unfortunately, the dress is unbelievably tight. I am going to have to be sewn into it, and I won’t be able to sit or even go to the bathroom! Can you believe that?! Mr. Mackie said I might not be able to even wear underwear. Oh, I hope he’s wrong. I would say wish me luck, but why would I need luck? I’m Marilyn Monroe.
Click, Click, Click. Flash! Flash! Flash! The blinding light of the paparazzi's camera made it nearly impossible for Marilyn to make her way back to her car. The screaming of her name, and men’s voices catcalling her seemed to follow her. She knew that whatever photos the paparazzi were getting of her were going to be on the front cover of every paper the next morning. Her heart began to race as she started to panic. Her stomach was doing backflips, and her throat was as dry as sandpaper. Hundreds of faces came to light from the flashes of the cameras. She felt suffocated as the crowds of people began to close in on her. She wished she could disappear into thin air. Her anxious thoughts began to float around her like clouds, blocking out the sunshine. “Don’t let them see they’re scaring you. Don’t give them that power”, she thought. Marilyn flashed the cameras a smile as blinding as their cameras. She fixed her hair making sure every strand was in its place. The paparazzi would never know what was truly going on in the inside.