The first time I saw big black headlines,
People thought Pearl Harbor ended the world.
The incident occurred before I was born,
American flags in Hawaii, stayed unfurled.
In my mind, this naïve 12-year-old thought,
The harbor attack to me seemed old news.
I was too innocent to ever dream,
News could change my rose-colored views.
Every barefooted kid in Hawaii,
Knew when crossing a city street,
Walking on painted white crosswalk lines
Avoided the black asphalt’s heat.
The moment I crossed Kalakaua,
At the International Market Place…
I saw my second, Big Black Headline.
I froze, tears streamed down my face.
Before that day I was fearless,
Until I processed what I’d read…
I thought my heroes and I were immortal, ,
Until I read Marilyn Monroe was dead
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