Hey guys, so this entry is going to be a bit different from my usual piece of art. Instead of a drawing, it's literature. In my Theatre class, we were asked to write a passionate monologue to read during a solo production. We were asked a multitude of questions to get the gears in our heads turning, and so here, ladies and gents, is my monologue.
The Glass Slipper
I was asked quite the question: if I were a shoe, what would I be, and why? I said I'd be a glass slipper. Oh no, I didn't give that answer for the fact that such shoes are the epitome of elegance and beauty, I said so because they're fragile and easy to see through. I'm sensitive and vulnerable, and some people that've come and gone in my life seem to feed off that like air supply. I can easily remember every time I've been talked down to, called countless cruel names, harassed, struck by a hand and verbal weaponry sharp as a knife. Am I just some play thing for you to mess around with, and abandon when you grow tired of the living routine that I am? Do you find my sanity and well-being as trivial as the board game of Life? Why has being genuine become such a foible in the eyes of man? Why am I never enough? I'm sorry if I don't shine bright enough to always light your way through dark tunnels; maybe I need that light sometimes. Maybe sometimes I desperately need the love and attention I so hardly get returned, as if I will perish without it, because you know what? I will. When will my time come to step forward from the static of the background, and get my moment to shine like the bright light I long to be? Just like glass, I've developed cracks from this wear-and-tear, this familiar abuse that has become the opposite of shock through the years. Eventually, those cracks will turn into fractures, and then... crash... I'll shatter.
