Lately I’ve been thinking about our fascination with celebrities. They are on television, in movies, magazines, on the Internet, in music, and in any other form of media you can think of. They are rich and live in front of cameras 24 hours a day, thanks to paparazzi. While their lives seem fabulous, I don’t understand the constant fascination with the private lives of celebrities. Even though their lives are drastically different than that of the non-famous, we should keep in mind that they are still people. They are not perfect, they make mistakes, and have insecurities like everyone else.
I will leave you all with my poem dealing with one of my favorite late actresses, Marilyn Monroe.
To be just a thing
Lusted after by men
Pour me a glass
Of delicate red wine
And whisper compliments into my ear
“The most beautiful girl in this world”
“I see past the peroxide”
You say, Dear Gentlemen, that you are in love,
Yet the chemicals have not seeped into my brain
I see past that suit and smirk
Sure you love
My red pout
But you’d love so much more
To get me in your bed
A body, a giggle, a fuck
A joke to unknowns behind flashbulbs
An object to old men in bathrooms,
magazine open to my picture
I am a label, a symbol
Of the best sex a man could have
Perceived shallow as a rain puddle
But I am deep as the Atlantic
In all the hypocrisy of what I must be, I disappoint the world
For I am only a girl.
Readers, what do you think of celebrities? Have you ever wanted to be famous? Comment with your thoughts!