Monologue Of Mr. Morrison

Momma always said sticks and stones could break your bones and word will never harm you.. But honey I'm PETTY. Honestly, I'm tired of hearing about you harassing my sister and family. As a result of your own unhappy, selfish, and evil ways. Your like a plague sweet heart your going slowly killing you're self from being unhappy and dysfunctional get it together. Now as for my brother sha he is a GROWN man that he does what he wants. Trust and believe though he's on his shit doing the damn thing as God is my witness he will prosper and we'll send both of our invitations in the mail so you could envy that too!! As for you Mrs Thot don't ever speak of my name as a freak girl I could never niggas wish but never could have. Let's just keep in mind

Toni Morrison’s speech, given when she accepted the Nobel Prize for Literature, made a lasting impression on its audience. The way she spoke was so unique, it almost seems like she was reading one of her works instead of a speech. What surprises me is how she is able to switch from three main points of viewers. These switches serve their own individual purposes, for she is able to utilize different tones. For example, during the speech, she speaks in first person, which separates her from her story. At another part of the speech, she switches to second person. She uses words like “your hands” and “your responsibility” to direct her words towards the audience. Lastly, she uses third person so effectively, it gives off the notion or feeling of

In the 1950’s through the 1960’s women were not respected in there everyday lives, in the job field or in general. They did not have the rights they deserved, so during this time the “women’s movement” began. Women fought for their rights and fought for the self-respect that they thought they deserved. In the play A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry, the character Mama, expresses her feelings of pushing or extracting a new side for a woman. Her role explains that woman can be independent and can live for themselves. Through her behavior in this play she demonstrates that women can support and guide a family. Mama is in charge of the family, which is unusual, since men are traditionally the “head of a family”. Through Mama’s wisdom

Throughout the years my siblings and I have been in many different performances, whether for dance, tumbling, or acting. Now, with all these performances there have been at least a few mishaps. One particular incident I remember quite well happened when I was playing the role of Jo March in the play Little Women.

Intro this monologue takes place in a small town in Texas its about a family of three the father mother and daughter. The father lost his job and became an abusive alcoholic and the daughter had enough listen to it, then the next morin she is in the sheriff’s office and her mother in the hospital with the father in the morgue. (The daughter has heavy accent and I tried to put that into my words, so some words will not be spelled correctly.)

I have something I need to tell you. It feels weird announcing this, because nothing has changed. I feel exactly as I’ve always felt, and I’m still the same person I’ve always been, I’ve just accepted a few things. It  almost feels pointless to say, because it seems so obvious to me, but I think I should tell you anyway. I don’t know how exactly to explain myself, because it’s how I’ve always felt, but I’ll try help you to understand without writing down every thought I’ve ever had.

I wander around the carnival the scent of corn dogs and cotton candy lingering in the air all around me. Tents and rides line the roads, colorful lights flashing from them. The laughter of children constantly echos through the air. Making the carnival feel as alive as the sun. Something hard bumps into my shoulder and I'm pushed into the grass. I look up to see panicked chocolate brown eyes looking back into mine, a blush creeps into my cheeks.

Whenever I am told “Anna you are always going somewhere new”, I smile and think of my Mother Sue. Whenever my friends tell me that I am too nice, I tell them “don’t let my mom hear you say that”, because Ma Sue taught me that no matter who someone is or what they have done always be kind, God is always watching.

Four years and three schools later, and I’m still standing. Thank You to my wonderful parents, for putting up with me. Honestly, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you. Ma, I know you’ve been to hell and back with me, but MAMA I FINALLY MADE IT! Thank You to my amazing sister, you’ve been my rock this whole time. I know I don’t tell you enough, but thank you so much. To my un-biological sister, Jamie, I love you more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for putting up with me for 12 years, I love you so much Jwoww. Shoutout to my Holy Cross sisters. You taught me to live every day with Courage, Compassion, and Scholarship. Long live Lide English 1, always remember Thea Kreis, and Ouellete Advisory

My parents had been married for thirty-four years as the time of her death. During that time, they raised three children and were the proud grandparents of six grandkids. No one had to guess where you stood with my mom – they knew. She gave love and showed compassion to anyone who allowed. Growing up, all of our friends called her “Mama T” because she mothered so many and her last name was Tatum.

The apparition home had been sloppy, uncomfortable. The ash from the cigarette that had been trapped between her fingers just moments before still burned against the calloused skin of her fingers and down the back of her throat. Her first cigarette- and hopefully not the last. Provided by Moody, it had been the catalyst that propelled her from the party and back to her apartment. She always needed something- a push, a reason- to break free of the formalities; though insufferable, Alice needed nothing more than to be burned into their minds. If wining and dining the sloppily drunk and overly-perfumed elite was what it took, it was what she would do.

All those years of me getting aggravated cause my makeup, hairbrush, straightner, and hair products went missing, is cathcing up with Jeff. He never could understand why I would get so upset! Now, the girls are gone and we have boys and guess what? Jeff can't find any of his tools and he ain't liking it! And this momma is loving

For my Character Mosaic, since my play only includes two characters I drew Mama and Jessie. Mama is on the right hand side of the drawing and she has stronger descriptive words like caring, sweet, and fighter. She is also slightly aged and wrinkled to show that she worked a long life. Mama has brighter colors on her side to show that she is firey and happy, also the colors represent that she is lacking the knowledge of her daughter's mental state, hence why she is living a pretty carefree life. Jessie on the left side of the drawing has descriptive words saying how lost and alone she is. The darker colors on the left show how Jessie is feeling throughout the play. Mama’s words are in cursive so they can seem a lot more softly spoken compared

Every girl, teenager or otherwise, has a beautiful and yearning dream! A knight in shining armor, born just for her to sweep her of her feet, profess his eternal love for his girl, and live happily ever after….

When i was a baby I was sick, I had pneumonia, so my momma couldn’t do nothing with me. My grandparents was nice enough to take care of me. My grandparents adopted me every since I was 3 months old. My whole life I haven’t been happy…. Wanna know why?