Skin Deep

She lay on her mattress when she was thirty-six

With no beating and horrified the realm.

She combated destitution in girlhood.

She fought the abuse in adolescence.

She wrangled betrothal as a teenager,

She fought for her individuality and invariably

had a fascination for art that impelled with faith.

She was a minstrel,

She was a fashion norm,

She was a performer,

And she dwelled in across dimension

By bearing the hefty burden with tag 

Sex Symbol.

She unfolded through confounded relationships

By providing the profession a priority.  

In an industry driven by men, she persisted with interference

By concealing the pretty woman within.

She wished, she signified something for humanity,

Through her entertainment.

But glamour and stature get accomplished

With the price of trauma.

Love is divine, but not almighty,

And she became a maniac.

She bartered with fame and pills to find solace of her loneliness.

Enterprise and politics made her a pawn, with cognitive deterioration,

She stayed as a zombie.

The conspiracy, of her exit, got inundated, and it didn’t carry any

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significance

As she got butchered emotionally ahead of death in search of love.

Fashion shows get ensued, based on her vogue.

Auction deal happens on her assets.

People congregated her belongings, with a hefty pay,

And upheld her in the gallery to depict her as art production.

None of the hefty cheques could render her a shoulder when she craved the most.

Real men don’t utilize women as motives.

Real women don’t misuse their sovereignty and share feelings for currency.

Real artists and devotees honor art and artist and don't spread rumors about them.

Real supporters and well-wishers see the personality, past rumors.

There is a script beyond the flashes that a rolling camera and print media couldn’t capture.

There is a soul behind the makeup across genders, who suffers in the gloom,

Where hug and affection do matter.

People in front of the campaign are not entities with a price tag.

See beyond the lens as we are generous than gimmicks, by possessing a heart.

This poem is a tribute to Marilyn Monroe.

The life of an actor spreads past their roles on the stage,

Never judge a character based on-stage performance.