Norma Jeane
By
Claire Stevenson
Look this way, wear this dress, wear that hat,
When will they realize there’s so much more to me than that.
Strike a pose, light up the camera with your smile,
Stand like this, turn like that, gee, I’m going to be here a while!
While they fawn over me like some precious object or stone,
Making me feel like my makeup chair is my throne.
Queen of the beautiful’s, princess of the blondes,
I’m sure no royalty and I’ve known this all along.
But they see me as this iconic shining light,
While underneath I’m just a girl in desperate need of one early night!
Where I sleep to dream, and I’m still Norma Jeane,
Where I have more than one string to my bow,
Where I’m more than just Marilyn Monroe.
Because underneath it all I’m just a normal girl,
Who would love to spend her Saturday’s simply browsing through the mall,
Buying gifts for friends, or perhaps some clothes for Joe,
Just being a regular person, not Miss Monroe.
Oh how I miss the times I could go out all alone,
Or spend my free time just relaxing at home.
But under the spotlight is where I now am,
In front of the camera is the place I now stand,
Give me a smile, turn this way, flash some leg,
Five minutes for a coffee break is what I now beg.
Look this way, wear this dress, wear that hat,
When will they realize there’s so much more to Norma Jeane than that.
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