hmm it is the afternoon and i have done so much shit... and i havent even begun the day... i still have to do lunch with vanessa or whatever it may be. then i have to take a nap or else ill just pass out for the performance that i have tonight ... yes thats right tonight is the big night for THE FOOSH!: Stackin' the Deck. i just cant wait for that! so yeah.... i already did one performance today i performed my monologue..... it was a great performance! i got me an A+ woohoo..... so you wanna read my A+ work? ok im glad you do .... here it is!
Mirror Mirror on the wall…
Show me who am I not supposed to be at all
What are you looking at?
Eh, vato que me miras?
Shoot you better not be looking at me?
Oh hells nah!
You better stop mad dogging me like that,
Excuse me? You better say that to my face
Chingale … siguele y veras
Oh no u didn’t!
Hey!
Don’t think that I’m gonna let you get away with it!
What you say about me?
Oh I know u didn’t just call me fat…
Orale tu empesastes mija, y ahora te vas a repentir.
I’m gonna kick you ass
You just lucky I’m being held back
Let me go!!! dejame!!!
Do you know who I am?
Do you???
Damn right I know who I am
What kinda question is that?
I’m… I’m… I’m…
What does it matter to you who I am?
Oh god who am I?
Why do I have all this ridiculous stuff on?
I don’t want to look like this anymore
I don’t want to look like what society assumes for me to look like
Just because I grew up in the ghetto does not mean I should look like it
My neighborhood does not define me, I’m not no puta
I didn’t get pregnant at age 15. I had way too much going for me, and I still do
I don’t dance Mexican folklore for tourists
Yes, I do dance folklore but it’s because I wanted to learn more about my culture. I did it for personal gratification.
I’m much more than what you think.
Maybe if I close my eyes it will all go away… maybe I will be me and this person that shows on the outside will disappear.
I’m still ghetto!
How am I supposed to get out of this?
I know who I am!
God I hate these nails they are so long and blue!
I never have nails because I have a tendency of biting them off.
These bracelets there are so many I don’t need any of them
The only purpose this is good for is to blindfold people and have them hit a piñata
Dale, Dale, no pierdas el tino porque si lor pierdes, pierdes el camino.
I don’t want my hair to feel like sticks,
I want my hair to be down, soft, touchable and I still want it to be curly but not as much.
I love my hair… you just want to pet it... Look I’m petting it right now, aren’t you jealous of my hair?
I love the fainting red color that compliments the tone of my face.
This make up is useless, why should I ever bother to wear it, it makes me look like a bitch.
I’m not a bitch.
I’m a really happy go lucky girl.
I love my natural look.
I especially love the freckles aren’t they wonderful?
My birthmarks that are all over my face almost look like stars in the sky, and my dimples are they not the most adorable things you have ever seen?
I love that they light up my face when I smile.
Look at this mouth isn’t it amazing? I can speak faster than a speeding bullet…. Sometimes I can’t keep up with myself especially with 2 languages.
My mouth amazes me.
I’m just the sweetest lil thing with out make up on.
This cross symbolizes my religious preference…. I was baptized catholic, but I do not believe in what the Catholic Church believes in.
What’s with all this stuff that shows my identity?
Its like look at me my name is Marcy!
I mean what if I don’t want the stranger to know?
Well, with this stuff I can’t hide my identity.
What is my identity?
What does it consist of? Name? Age? Sex? Neighborhood? Ethnicity? Personality? Education? And or Stereotypes?
My name is Marcia Rodriguez, I’m 19 years old, and I’m a sophomore at UCSD.
Si, lo oyistes bien. Yo soy una mujer Mexicana/Cubana quien esta estudiando en la Universidad.
I’m proud.
I know the struggles my parents went through to get me here where I am.
My father came from overseas escaping political ideologies or maybe he was running away from all they women that wanted him.
While my mother jumped over a fence but not just any fence the border… no, no, no, she didn’t go to taco bell… stupid Chihuahua giving false information about Hispanics …“Yo quiero taco bell” yeah I can say more than that.
My mother was escaping the poor life and rebelled against what she was told who to be.
She broke many stereotypes and opened the doors for me.
Now it’s my turn to do the same.
I have broken many stereotypes that have been placed on me.
I’m not who they think I am.
I’m just a simple girl with a simple mind.
You know who I am?
I’m a strong independent Latina,
Who has acquired three great cultures,
I’m creative, daring, courageous, sensitive, loving, loyal, determined I have limitless possibilities.
I’m a barrier breaker… I break everything I even have broken boys hearts.
I’m a wellspring of optimism and energy.
I’m my own home entertainment center! Who needs TV when I got me? I can have my own sitcom it would be called “ everybody loves Marcy”
I’m a Kaleidoscope of talents and interests, I’m woman a human I’m important.
I’m unstoppable, unbeatable and I’m cute as hell.
# posted by Marcy @ 3:23:00 PM
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