I watched The United States vs Billie Holiday. Strange Fruit. A song that made white men uncomfortable so she had to be stopped. And drugs were an easy choice because she did have a heroin addiction. This poem is inspired by the movie. Pin prick slow plunge of the syringe milky liquid shot through my veins numbing the deep pain inside. Time without reason men allowed to kill men of different colors without consequence (passed in 2022 how sad is that- the length of time to criminalize lynching- 100 years in the making 200 failed attempts) my voice rises with passion with pain try to cut me down take the words twist them because they make you uncomfortable. My soul has felt tugged upon ancestors demanding my vengeance but it cannot be for it would lower me to the same level as those bastards murdering mamas papas 14 year old boys for why? Sport for some? Pure hatred and evil for others this is history as we know it. Lies distortions they took me down arrested me on my deathbed so they would not look like clowns. But in the end I win for it is my name that is remembered not his. ©Jan 16/23
It’s Easy To See
A movie about Marilyn Monroe.
I had seen some headlines that watchers were turning them movie off in droves. Finding it difficult to watch. And I can understand why.
This Marilyn is portrayed as broken. Caught between the dreams of how others saw her and the reality that she lived in. She is constantly seeking for adulation and love that forever seems to slip out of her fingers.
It is not an easy watch. Not in the least.
And if one can put aside the illusion of perfection that Marilyn Monroe has always been portrayed as, it is easy to see another facet of her, broken, scared, alone, used and abused.
How could no one see what was happening? How is it possible that she fell so far between the cracks? It is a story that we can only guess at. A story we will never have a proper ending to.