Poem for Monday by Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: Miss Marylin

Poem for Monday by Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: Miss Marylin

Monday Poetry with Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: Miss Marylin

Slum in Glasgow, 1871

Glasgow, 1871

Miss Marylin Does Midtown

Miss Marylin
Beautifully illuminated
In these dim downtown lights
On a Tuesday night 3rd street
Sashays past hungry – eyed men
Lined up along walls
Holding their crotches and drooling
Cat calling like crazy
Enters empty theater
Waits for flick to start and
Freaks to come out
Of sticky walls and floors
Miss Marylin
In her black feathered boa
Fishnets with 8 inch platformed stilettos
Smooth hair down to waist
Soft as butter like her hands
And thick sweet lips
Curvy legs ass and hips
Devil with a blue dress on
Never lost her groove
Working girl
Moving on up
And down
In the lap of some
Fat married guy
Smelling of vienna sausage
Sat out in sun for days
Who stares like glass
At smut screen
Pretending he doesn’t notice
Miss Marylin is really a man
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Melissa Fry Beasley is a Humanistic poet of Cherokee origin, who resides in Oklahoma . Through the written and spoken word, she examines the gap between the ideal and the reality involved in living in the world during this time. Her work is both personal and subjective, yet she does not turn aside from the political and social issues of her environment. She is a woman who seeks to express her individual perspective and needs while accepting the diversity involved in questions of gender, race and culture. Melissa believes that change is necessary and deploys her writing to reflect her personal experience in the wider social and political context. You can find her work in print and online in Indian Country Today Media Network, Native News Today, The Native American Encyclopedia, FirstPeople.Us, Working Effectively With Aboriginal People, Churn Magazine, Big River Poetry Review, Enhance Magazine, A&U Magazine, and many others. She has two chapbooks forthcoming. " When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator." Mahatma Gandhi " They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then that we will see the rising of the moon." Bobby Sands

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