Wake me Up

When the love is real, when people start to go on dates again and not just go and chill, when relationships are no longer called complicated because people are more honest and loyal,When men start to be brave and act like gentlemen, when people start to appreciate quality over quantity, when bitch and hoe are no longer names used for women, when people insist of having wives and husbands instead of baby daddies and baby mamas,when divorce is no longer an option because fixing became better than throwing it away, when people stop having relationship issues due to broken families because they no longer exist, when people are not discriminated or called names and killed due to their beliefs,when personalities matter more than looks, when the people put the hate aside and start helping each other excel instead of tearing each other down, when being in love and loving someone is no longer considered a weakness instead a blessing, when education is no longer uniform and teaches according to each child's intelligence and talents, when children play more outside than indoors or in front of screens, when our leaders lead us to a better place instead of selfishly bettering themselves, when every life is precious and unjust wars are devils that are sent back to hell by the exorcists, wake me up when the world is sane, when happiness is a common lane.

Marilyn

Its not her name per se, but she lived her life that way… like Marilyn, she saw life differently, lived differently and against the morals we lived by, she was older than I. I used to watch her as she got ready for yet another night with another man who belongs to yet another woman… She just wanted to be loved, she looked for it in the wrong places, in the wrong people. Marilyn was naive, despite all the bad experiences she has had, she still dreamed of a happy ending with true love… Red lipstick and red nail polish was her favorite beauty essentials, and just like the warm red on her lips and nails, she had a warm loving heart, one that I adored. I loved playing with her beautiful hair while she tells me stories of her glamorous dates and outings, "I want to be like Marilyn when I grow up", I thought to myself with a mesmerized smile as I watched her leave for another glamorous night, she blew me a kiss and out the door Marilyn went. I knew she wasn't happy, but she lived for the small happy moments of everyday and that alone gave her a reason to keep going.  Marilyn grew very sick one day, two weeks later she no longer belonged to this world and just like Marilyn Monroe her death is a mystery even science could not explain . I loved her and I love her still, my dear Marilyn who could not stay still.