Disclaimer : This monologue has nothing to do with my life.
Don't you dare "chup" me.
You can call me a bitch, a whore, a fat ass, dumb headed good for nothing, fake piece of shit... Whatever you want in the world.
But don't you fucking dare "chup" me. You can tell me to shut up but don't chup me.
I can't explain how much I hate that word. Hate, yes. I hate that word.
It's disgusting.
Be thankful I've been chup.
because i am really not talking because if I were, I would be saying a lot more than what I'm saying right now.
Trust me, I can go on and on and never stop.
Not even if you start hating me even more.
Not even if your ears start bleeding and you start begging me to SHUT UP instead of ordering me to.
Be thankful that I've kept my words to myself.
If I had to speak my mind, you would be in tears right now.
And you.
And he would be in tears too.
And that guy from 2011, he would be fucking suicidal right now. The girl who bullied me back when I was in 7th grade, when she took all my notebooks and scribbled "WHORE" on them , when I wasn't even old enough to know what it meant, she would be dead man.
And you know what?
I've stayed shut for all the wrong and right reasons.
If I had to open my mouth, I would kiss you, I would've told your girlfriend you were cheating on her with me, I would've told that bastard to keep his dick in his pants, I would've told her son that his mother was sleeping with his stepbrother, I would've told him I heard her moan..
But I've kept my mouth shut for a long time.
So don't tell me to shut up.
Be grateful that I have kept my mouth shut.
For all the right and wrong reasons, for the longest time.
For longer than you can imagine.
Thank me for being being quiet instead of telling me to shut up.
Be thankful that I've been chup for so long.
Longer than you can imagine.
- Anahita Dawar
Don't you dare "chup" me.
You can call me a bitch, a whore, a fat ass, dumb headed good for nothing, fake piece of shit... Whatever you want in the world.
But don't you fucking dare "chup" me. You can tell me to shut up but don't chup me.
I can't explain how much I hate that word. Hate, yes. I hate that word.
It's disgusting.
Be thankful I've been chup.
because i am really not talking because if I were, I would be saying a lot more than what I'm saying right now.
Trust me, I can go on and on and never stop.
Not even if you start hating me even more.
Not even if your ears start bleeding and you start begging me to SHUT UP instead of ordering me to.
Be thankful that I've kept my words to myself.
If I had to speak my mind, you would be in tears right now.
And you.
And he would be in tears too.
And that guy from 2011, he would be fucking suicidal right now. The girl who bullied me back when I was in 7th grade, when she took all my notebooks and scribbled "WHORE" on them , when I wasn't even old enough to know what it meant, she would be dead man.
And you know what?
I've stayed shut for all the wrong and right reasons.
If I had to open my mouth, I would kiss you, I would've told your girlfriend you were cheating on her with me, I would've told that bastard to keep his dick in his pants, I would've told her son that his mother was sleeping with his stepbrother, I would've told him I heard her moan..
But I've kept my mouth shut for a long time.
So don't tell me to shut up.
Be grateful that I have kept my mouth shut.
For all the right and wrong reasons, for the longest time.
For longer than you can imagine.
Thank me for being being quiet instead of telling me to shut up.
Be thankful that I've been chup for so long.
Longer than you can imagine.
- Anahita Dawar
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