Marilyn Monroe's poem to dear aunt Ida

Marilyn Monroe's tortured soul continues to make headlines. A forthcoming collection of Monroe's previously unseen writings titled Fragments: Poems, Intimate Notes, Letters has rekindled interest in Marilyn. This time, it's not for her body, but for her restless soul.

From New York magazine:

Here are some of Monroe's poems, which are riveting on a historical and empathic level, but not so much on an aesthetic one — even though, admittedly, they could be so much worse. (Universal reminder: Burn poems composed in high school later this afternoon.) The first is about her great-aunt Ida, who, as you'll see, was not very nice:

Ida — I have still
been obeying her —
it’s not only harmful
for me to do so
but unrealality because
life starts from Now ….
working (doing my tasks that I
have set for myself)
On the stage — I will
not be punished for it
or be whipped
or be threatened
or not be loved
or sent to hell to burn with bad people
feeling that I am also bad.
or be afraid of my [genitals] being
or ashamed
exposed known and seen —
so what
or ashamed of my
sensitive feelings —