My sweet Marilyn

A poem about Marilyn Monroe, and those who spit on her name

Sweet, sweet Monroe
Promiscuous and pure
Have you a requiem of ugliness?
You are not nothing more than a muse
And not nothing less
Though, there is nothing less
Sweet, sweet Monroe
You left a beautiful corpse
For you made even the pills in your stomach
Glamorous, fabulously tragic
Oh! Sweet Marilyn
Whose heart will you break today?
Aside from your own
Asylum and freedom could never coexist
In an iconic life like yours!
Even as you cried,
And even as you screamed
They marvel at your beauty
And for that, Sweet Monroe,
You are dead