Setting the Scene: Curtains open. Three women of varying ages and three men of varying ages face each other; a pair of women, a pair of men, and a pair with both. The lighting shifts from ample light to low light, mimicking the performers’ voices.
Males: We are told that we are flowers–
Females: That should bloom a certain color–
In Unison: So that we might
Male Facing Female: So that we might
Female Facing Female: So that we might
In Unison: …Be picked. We were told that we are flowers that should bloom a certain color, so that we might be picked.
Females: But why must we die for someone else’s sorry?
Males: But why must we be cut to sprout another’s smile?
In Unison: But why must we grow to bloom a certain color if we cannot die as ourselves?
Female Facing Male: I’ve lain I love you at your feet one too many times…
Female Facing Female: My I love you is not a bouquet to lay in the dirt!
Male Facing Male: My I love you is not a spider to be smashed in fear!
Female Facing Female: I’ve lain I love you at your feet one too many times…
Male Facing Female: My I love you is not a bouquet to leave unwatered.
Female Facing Male: My I love you is not a roach scurrying in the shadows!
In Unison: My I love you does not belong at your feet, but here it is again…
Female Facing Male: I expect more of you
because I see you as
a reason to believe
that love can transform
boys into men
who do not run
from hard conversations
Female Facing Female: My expectations
are not laws to imprison u
for living. U commit no crime
against me. Though,
sometimes your silence
is an ache in my stomach.
U are not my child. I cannot
carry you. Look how u shine.
I am no god to raise the sun,
though I grow from the light…
In Unison: We grow from the light.
Male Facing Male: Talk to me.
It’s the silence that
fathers this Distance.
You are not my father.
Talk to me.
Your constant silence
fathers this Doubt.
Female Facing Female: I need you to talk to me.
Your silence fathers this Distance.
What are we now?
Talk to me.
Your constant silence
fathers this Doubt.
And I am with child…
Female Facing Male: You told me
that you were my first
underneath the white light
of a blue door
on a dark night
with poems between us
knowing I had no trophy
to give you.
Male Facing Female: With years between us,
you allowed the silence
to stand. While I boasted,
certain of my place
on the empty stage
of your auditorium.
Male Facing Male: What didn’t you say
the night I caught you
considering me, smiling,
hand on cheek?
Female Facing Famale: What didn’t you say the night you clung to me,
saving your tears
to pour in my glass?
In Unison (louder): What didn’t you say the night you clung to me,
saving your tears
to pour in my glass?
Females and Male Facing Male: The same glass
we shattered on a whim,
with poems between us…
Alternate Females and Alternate Male: I did not duck
when your tears
splattered like acid
along my cheek.
Male Facing Female (with revelation): This is not the scar of friendship–
Male Facing Male (with revelation): This is not the scar of friendship–
Female Facing Female (with uncertainty): This is not the scar of friendship…
In Unison (with conviction): These are not the scars of friendship!
(Scene description and roles added to original post on February 23, 2019)
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