This is one of several monologues for an upcoming play that I will be producing…tell me what you think.
Who am I? Well, let’s start by who y’all think I am. I’m the woman with two kids. The one you see struggling to get on the bus. The one you see in the store who can’t seem to control her kids. I’m the woman who you think is loose. I mean I’m young with two kids and no man in sight, so what else would you think? You think I’m irresponsible and ignorant. I mean who makes the same mistake twice. You think I’m worthless. What good am I? I’m just another “baby mama” right? In your eyes that’s all I am. That’s all I’ll ever be. Incapable of love, incapable of a relationship. I mean who in their right mind would get with a chick like me, right? I’m just another chick using the system, right? Food stamps, Medicaid, Public housing. I’m just a leech in your eyes. Taking all the wholesome tax payer’s money while I just sit on my ass and continue to make babies. That’s who I am when you seem me pushing that stroller across the street. But who am I? A baby mama? No, I am a mother. I am a strong, independent woman. Yes, I have made mistakes but haven’t you? Should I have to be ashamed of what I have gone through just to make you happy? It’s funny how people go into an uproar about abortions and how dehumanizing it is, but as soon as you see a woman with kids you begin to judge. Do you want me to get rig of them or take care of them, which is it? And really I could care less what you think. Abortion is a choice that is up to that person who makes it, but don’t you dare look down on me because I made my decisions.
And so what if there is no man around? I guess that’s my fault too. Yep. You’re right. To avoid that social stigma I should have stayed with that man. Even though he was a dog, even though he was disrespectful, even though he was a cheater. You’re right. It’s my fault. I should have stayed so that when you see us walking down the street, kids in tow, you will say, “Aww, look at that beautiful family” instead of saying, in disgust, “Look at that…another baby mama.” But you know what? To hell with you and what you have to say. I will wear that title proudly. Yes. I am a baby mama. A baby mama who goes to work full time. A baby mama who cooks dinner damn near every night. A baby mama who makes sure her kids have the best. A baby mama who stays up until 2 in the morning because her child is sick. A baby mama who doesn’t run from her responsibilities but takes every challenge head on. A baby mama that is still beautiful and capable of love. A baby mama that hold her head up high and knows her worth. This is who I am. A proud baby mama.