Female Monologues
Female Monologues
Female Monologues
Do you know what I intend? I intend to be a queen. When I grow up I’m going to be the
biggest queen there ever was, and I’ll live in a big palace and when I go out in my
coach, all the people will wave and I will shout at them, and...and...in the summertime I
will go to my summer palace and I’ll wear my crown in swimming and everything, and all
the people will cheer and I will shout at them... What do you mean I can’t be queen?
Nobody should be kept from being a queen if she wants to be one. It’s usually just a
matter of knowing the right people…well.... if I can’t be a queen, then I’ll be very rich
then I will buy myself a queendom. Yes, I will buy myself a queendom and then I’ll kick
out the old queen and take over the whole operation myself. I will be head queen.
Mom, please sit down. Listen, I know you’ve been disappointed with my behavior in the past. I
haven’t always made wise choices. When I had Bill Raymond drive his motorcycle into our
living room, that was a bad choice. When I shoplifted those times, those were bad choices,
especially when I set up my on-line clothing business with the stolen goods and made over
sixteen thousand dollars selling brand-name items for a significant discount. I shouldn’t have
done that. The thing with the explosives and the police breaking through the windows at two
in the morning, that was wrong. I can see that now. But mom, I need you to know that I have
changed. I truly have. I am not the same girl I was last week when I tried to market my unique
brand of cigarettes. You can believe me now. You can trust me. Please. I am a changed
person. I am back to being that innocent, trust-worthy little girl you sent off to kindergarten so
many years ago. So when I ask you if I can borrow our new Jetta for the next week and a half,
and to completely disregard that odd chemical smell coming from the trunk, you can believe
me now. I will not let you down.