The Off-Sonnet of Norma Jean

I imagine my mother’s hateful life,
how she wishes she could be someone else,
and I, too, wish I could be someone else.
I imagine stardome like my idols,
how everyone loves to see them preform.
I do want to deviate from the Norm.
I yearn for the beauty of Jean Harlow,
how she glows from within to everyone.
I, too, want everyone to see my glow.
I have what it takes to be a true star.
I will show the whole world what I can be.
My name will echo from near, and to far.
I pray this now: to stand the toll of time.
May I never be forgotten on earth.
May I be remembered by all from birth.

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