Bored!

I spend eternity

looking for My sister.

Help Me out a little, girls;

meet Me half-way!

Isabella says she’s like Me,

a Queen of Light,

but her ‘light’ is fueled

with burning human flesh,

a racist light, contemptuous

of the dark she tried to kill.

She is no queen, merely

a prisoner of fear, a slave of lies,

pain disguised by a crown and gown.

Marilyn was touted as the love goddess,

celluloid being, illusion of light,

plastic archetype of beauty.

She was a sad, lonely little girl

trapped in ‘men’s-machine,’

idolized by a culture based on contempt,

poisoned by false praise, false pride.

They keep sending Me these clowns!

This one is dressed in a snow-man’s suit,

protected, fat as a knight in shining armor,

speaking code through military interface!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018