Dance teacher: We should have known for a long time that a woman gave up all her power. In a situation where she is obviously a rapist, especially when she is considered a friend, she still does not deserve to be punished. He is laughed at in public all the time because he has two fists on his ass, and then we think that strangers will never be punished. Because the nature of rape has changed.
Sister: Death is between my legs, so I didn't say anything or scream, let those eyes disappear, let those sharp knives disappear. No one came to save me, because no one knew. Once I was pregnant and felt ashamed to be alone.
Sister: I am indeed a coquettish woman... I will never do without nothing... I want... I hope everyone will not forget me I want to be the memory of others, the scars of every man, those The man who touched me arrogantly, I am the angry woman in the window, touching the shadow of the lace curtain with my hand, pretending to be desperate, I am bright and beautiful, happy from the heart, I long for...experience My body and spirit, they are very happy, I kiss them sincerely, you don't know me.
Mom: You used to wear these orange butterfly costumes...with small gold pieces that read water-like...just on your chest, silk roses flew by your ears, your passion...in Wandering on Hoover Street... The women from Louisiana who walked past the house with closed curtains whistled their sons to the shop. You were shining and pretending to be a ride, which was not at all, but actually looked at every man passing by ... pick a man who is not lame, white, or drunk, you let your thighs stick out of your skirt on the road, you stop to do a test, so easy to tear, intercourse with them, I look at you , Carved rhinestone, the corners of your mouth all show that tears and French kisses are no good, full and wet, decorated with colorful feathers, hair around the belly button...If you want to dance, you never falsify, you know from From the back, it looks like your waist is very lustful. I understand. You are the devil.
Neighbor: You know what it means. You sleep with your mother and these men, and you simply think that it’s just sex, it’s not just sex, dear, everything has a cause, you have to realize this, and then uproot it Get up, at 4:30 in the morning, you get up, break off your hands and feet, you sigh, look at the man, then take a bath, put on an Egyptian black crystal oil mask, and wash it off with Florida water His smell, wash away the brilliance, watch the disappearance marks, the rhinestone falls on your butt, like the smooth crystal lying in the Missouri Creek, and then you become yourself, an ordinary brown Women of complexion have long legs and full lips, and those men like to wear orange waists with magnolia scent. They just want to sleep between their beautiful thighs and plan to leave before dawn. When you finish describing Your own story is described in a diary bordered with lilies and moonstones. You put a rose in your ear, and then you cry because of your behavior. I was the same as you before.
Sister: You can’t love someone who hurts you so much. I understand this again and again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t feel that I am alive anymore. I thought I was, but obviously not. I will still be hurt. But that is not true, it is no longer true. We should be immune to these injuries. If we are still alive, why are we still alive? My independence is based on the love of others? I live by constant sex, and I will leave the next day. This is what I learned to live, to live as a woman. Still a black man, this is a problem I haven't conquered yet, do you know the problem?
Neighbor: I found out that you haven't had any guests coming to your door recently? I find that you start to treat yourself well again.
Fat mentor: Since I realized that someone called someone a black girl, or an evil woman, a bitch, or... I tried to prevent myself from leaving those resentments to others like that, to love me, let him love me , Instead of making something invisible, smelly, or going to the road screaming stupid self-talk, slut, bitch, bitch. Leave here with your things, I have nothing to give you. I know what fun I can bring to you. I found it very interesting, that woman hurts you, then you come to hurt me, leave three or four times and then come back, you step my sincerity under your feet, you will go where you hurt others, but now I do everything No, so I want to go to someone else, someone who can give me something, but that person is definitely not you, now I have completely lost my heart to you, because I don’t know how to not cry anymore, because I’m sure, colored Girls of race don’t have to grieve, I used to live for you, I know I was so stupid before, but I can’t stand it anymore, and I feel sorry, at the same time, I’m still a colored race, I can’t bear it, it’s superfluous in today’s society . "I think this is saying goodbye" as if you had never seen it before.
Female boss: Keep your apologies, the last thing I need is more apologies. You say sorry, because you are at the front door, greet me, and keep the apologies, I don’t know how to deal with these apologies, I can’t even...I want to throw them away, and I can’t bring them to my closet, these apologies. do you know? I'm going to make a mark to stick on the door, no, I want to make a voice mail box, leave a message in my voice mail box, if you say sorry, then you call someone else, because I don't want them anymore. I let... I let "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" and "How do I know?" Carl, walk around on the dark and deserted road to Brooklyn. I will do what I really want to do, and I will not feel sorry for this, let the sorry calm your soul. I will comfort me by myself. do you know? You are often contradictory. You do this on the one hand, and you say sorry on the other. Every time you say sorry is like a punch to my heart, I will not behave well anymore, I want to raise my voice, I want to Scream, I want to scream, I want to throw things, I want to race with the engine, I want to tell all your secrets, just in your face, but I don’t feel sorry at all, I like you on purpose Yes, it was deliberately publicly promoted. I don't even feel sorry for you. Take away your guilt and filth and use them for whatever you want, just don't give it to me. I can't bear another one sorry. Next time, Carl, admit that you are stingy, admit that you are humble, low-class, and small. Don't have the guts to speak straight. Don't be sorry. Be yourself. Hope you are gone when I come back. Take your HIV and go with you.
At last
Battered Woman: It's okay. I asked myself how could I let that happen. I found that I lost something at that time. Something that has been sworn. Very important thing. Stroke your head with both hands. Put your finger on your forehead. Strong, cold, and grateful. Let me become whole, sensible, and simple. All the gods told me, let me walk into myself. What am I missing.
Female boss: something that I swore.
Fat mentor: Free things.
Battered woman: caress her head with her hands.
Sister: I know lying on top of a man, on a man. Give it to the plump self, but at the same time my happiness has also been taken away. Satisfaction, desire, tears, just like I sometimes do. What am I missing?
Battered woman: caress her head with her hands.
Sister: Not my mother. Hold me gently and tell me it will always be her daughter.
Neighbor: Not the eggs in her chest and womb. Stroke your head with both hands. My soul is released.
Battered woman: I stayed up all night. Walking around in the apartment. Scream and cry. Another woman who lost something like me. I want to jump out and just end myself like this. I said "Go away, go with the wind" and I said it over and over again. Then I became numb. Knowing the only tree I can see (referring to the neighbor), pick me up, put it in its branches, and hang me in the wind. Make me the dew of the morning dawn, the dawn is extremely cold. The sun surrounds me, illuminates every place, the sky is pressing on me, like a million men, I am cold, I am burned, a child, and clothes that are constantly swaying, facing the moon, I I shed tears and found the god in my heart. (Applause for myself here) I love her madly.
This is a piece that can soothe the soul. You should face your own pain, find the problem, and uproot it bravely. Should be immune to those previous injuries.
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