I wrote this monologue and when I perform it I go off. Defiantly a risky one to pull off and some directors will think it is too much... but I don't care I do it well and I will be remembered. It is very intense and there is a screenplay that I wrote that accompanies this...
We were God fearing.Wed go to church every Sunday even on Wednesday.I was taught to pray for forgiveness every night and after every prayer I closed my eyes and I would have the worst dreams, nightmares.They were so real, it felt so real.Then one time I woke up and realized that it wasnt a dream it was really happening to me.I tried to fight but he told me to lay back & relax that fighting it was only going to make it worse.He told me it was his right but why did it feel so wrong.I felt dirty, I would take scalding hot baths afterwards.When I would leave the tub my mom asked why I was so red.I wanted to tell her but I couldnt I was infected.Then one time her husband grabbed my ass and I turned around and kicked him as hard as I could between the legs.He dropped and I felt a sudden joy from the pain that I caused.Then my mom grabbed the back of my hair and slapped me across the face.She told me never to disrespect my father again or God will bring his wrath upon me.Now the pain I felt from that was like no other.My heart no longer existed and neither did my soul.Thats when I let my head take over.
So here I am standing in front of you and youre asking me to forgive and let go?I am telling you I will never forgive and Never let go.And those hurt me.
accomplished
drained
cynical
touched
angry
creative