Don’t tell me how to feel. (long pause) I know what I feel...all I have ever done is feel. (remembering his mother, maybe holding a photograph of her that is all tattered) I felt when they took me away from my mother, and they made me watch her call out to me as they beat her....and laughed...I still remember them laughing at me for crying...so don’t tell me how to feel. All my crying , and all my feeling couldn’t save my mother....it only amused those...(with disgust) men...Men who abused her... right in front of me...and made me watch...before they slit her throat, and left her to die in my arms....you don’t know what I am feeling...I used to feel love...but I can’t anymore...all I feel is hate...hate for everything around me...even you.
This Monologue is dedicated to Michael Fessaha who performed this monologue and booked the short film "Child of War" which will be hitting the film festival circuits in 2012. To see more about him be sure to visit www.Talent-Inc.ca