Scrawny Monologue

This is a monologue we've been working on in class, it feels too much like a story, but I'm not sure. I'd like some pointers on what I could do, or just some corrections straight up would be nice, thank you!

If you grew up with white boys Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno Cuz they want something that their dad don't got Then you know where you're at Mortaring your ear holes shut In a rush with wet coke In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed On booze some left in residue and confused Like the first time you used soft water Down on my luck caught unaware Like Houdini when the last fist struck Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am If I'm sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am

Hey, how are you all doing out there ? Well, me I have just been trying to stay healthy and keep my head high so I can make it back to the only thing I have and that’s you all “my family”. I try not to think about you all too much because when I think about what's going on out there it makes me mad and I am so tired ‘’omg’’. We don't eat that much during war but when we get back to the base we eat pretty good, well actually really good. I notice that a lot of people donate food and medicine and first-aid kits too. I just got an Lee-Enfield rifle and it's a pretty nice gun, it can hold 10 bullets. I just been waiting to use it on, Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, and there are some

She like to fuck me, suck me, suck then fuck me I'm the ice cream man, she chunky monkey She like to fuck me, suck me, suck then fuck me I'm the ice cream man, she chunky monkey She like to twirly swirly, in my vanilla coupe

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

Amelia's right foot always took the first step, followed by her left. Trees towering over her, a cold breeze blowing through the tree foliage, a gloomy fog sounding her. A defining screech is heard through the relatively soundless forest, Amelia catches a glimpse of bird with feathers black as the darkest night. It glides for branch to branch gradually getting closer. Until it goes in for the final swoop, when it is but a few mere metres away from Amelia, her eyes jolt open and the homily atmosphere of her bedroom fills her senses. It was just a dream, like every night, alas Amelia still couldn't figure out what it meant, but it had to mean something, right?

The reason I am writing this little passage, is to give some insight into my relationship with a fella’ by the name of Ben Bonner. Many people think they know him. I’m sure the majority does; just as the majority believes that Ben and I were close, but not very close. To be clear, many people do not know the extent of which I was acquainted with Ben. Ben Bonner was many different things to many different people.

Nigga touch my gang we gon turn this shit to Columbine Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3 30, 000 dollars for a nigga to get flee I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 Gs I just did a show and spent the check on my mama When I go on vacay I might rent out the Bahamas And I keep like 10 phones, damn I'm really never home All these niggas clones tryna copy what I'm on Nigga get your own, tryna pick a nigga bone Way to Brother Skip, boy I had a good day Metro PCS trapping boy I'm making plays 50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

You shook your head, “I don’ think so. I only have a little left and we need cash, since no one in this town seems to take cards.”

If my walls could speak, they would tell sad stories' they would tell of times with love and heart break, anger and misery.

The cafeteria had always been the noisiest place in Geochang Middle School. Maybe because students were too busy studying and paying attention in class. Maybe because the 5000 square feet of space was the only region in the facility where they could breathe and let out the sparks that had been dimmed inside of them for so long.

Inspired by Haunted by Evanescence. "Watch out for the Slender-Man!" I heard a voice on the playground say. I looked to the left where I heard the voice call out. It was some of my classmates, Jason and Zachary.

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

On a Thursday afternoon ,my friends and I were supposed to meet up at one of my friend’s house. Little did I know that I would have to make a decision that would put my parents trust at risk. Once I got to my friend's house, I saw two of my friends standing outside and they were holding a poster with roses. There I was, standing in front of my friends looking at a question on the poster .