Monologue

People judge me, every day, every moment, whenever they see me. Something about my hair… maybe that it hasn’t been washed in…..something about my face, my eyes, my mouth. Something about how I smell… I haven’t been in water since days, weeks, moths? But that’s not the worse smell. People are afraid of me. they stare at me funny, but I don’t blame them. When mothers see me, they take their child’s hand and cross the street. Get as far away from me as they can. But they don’t know I won’t hurt them. There is really no point. I’ve lost everything. I’ve lost everyone. I had a husband. I had a child. I’ll never see any of them again. My husband left, my son’s been taken from me. I have no one. I have a home that’s not really a home. There’s nothing in there. I had a car but I had to give it away. I’m alone now. I don’t hurt anyone. I can’t hurt anyone because I can barely walk. So then why are they so mean to me? Why won’t they give me my medicine? I can’t hurt anyone! They hate me. I hate myself! I can’t see myself and the only way to prevent from seeing myself is with my medicine. But they don’t want me to have it! They say it’s bad. They say I’m killing myself. I know I am, I know I’m dying! But what do I want to live for?! I live to drink. If I don’t drink, what is my reason for living? I need a drink.
(I know it might be a little hard to link this to human rights but it has something to do with discrimination)