by D. M. Larson
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“Nothing good comes from the southside. We're born bad and everyone here tries to keep it that way. But for some reason, I pray. I pray for a better day. A day when we don't have to beg or steal our meal. I want us to earn what we need and deserve it. I'm tired of the whining and crying. I will lift myself up and make it better.
I go to church, and hide in the back in my hoodie, hoping no one will recognize me. Nobody here but the oldies and the goodies anyway. I listen, hoping to understand something the priest says. It's mostly alien to me. My family never went to church much. Just Easter and Christmas, at least until mama died. Then nobody cared anymore after that. Nobody but me.
I want something different now. I want something better. Let me unlock the key to a new life. A life that's not wasted. I don't want to waste away here like everyone else. Make me better. Make me matter. Let me make a difference.“
END OF MONOLOGUE
"Breaking Bread" is from the book of DRAMATIC MONOLOGUES called "Me in Pieces"
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