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Monologue Mania Day #638 Fatty by Janet S. Tiger Nov. 11, 2015
Fatty
by Janet S. Tiger
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(The young black woman who comes forward is very large, and is holding a baby. She hands the baby to another woman and puts her hands on her hips. She is dressed in clothing of the 70s)
This is my first NOW meeting, and I had to take two buses to get here, so I think it might be my last meeting, too.
Why did I come? I'm not sure. All I know is, I hope life is gonna be better for my little girl than it's been for me.
You want me to tell a little bit about my history, well, that's funny, because history is how I got here. I never liked history in school, I mean, none of the books had any black faces in them, except for the part about slavery. That's where I saw my friends and family......my teacher was named Mr. Jefferson, I had him in 9th grade.....and he had me.
That's where my baby's history starts......Mr. Jefferson said I would need to get better grades in history if I wanted to go to college, and I did.....then.....and he told me he could tutor me....help me.....just like President Jefferson helped his black ladies.......so here I am, 19, fat as a house.....with a two year old who's never met her daddy, and no college degree, because I never finished high school. Fatty Patty, that's what they called me.....when Mr. Jefferson finished his ....'tutoring'.......
So now....all I'm good for is picking up my welfare check....and eating. .I'm really good at eating. Everyone can see that. Oh, and taking care of my baby girl......she's smart, I know she's gonna do better than me........you know how I know....'cause she's a picky eater.......and picky eaters are picky about everything, and I'm not gonna let her take history class with nobody that's gonna hurt her.......because.....maybe....(she chokes up a little)......my baby will change this history.....
(Spotlight on her face, then blackout)
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