Marigold Monologue

As I was sitting in my house getting a drink of water, I heard someone crying outside. As I went to look to see what was going on I saw a girl sitting in my flower patch with all the perfectly yellow blooms torn out of the ground. With every marigold that she tore out it was like a being stabbed in the heart for me. I knew that I would never plant them again since no one appreciated them except for me. I loved marigolds ever since my mother had first gotten them from a store. The color and the fresh scent had always seem to put me in a better mood than before. I just wanted everyone else to have that same feeling when I had planted them so they could be as happy as I was at that very moment when I had first laid my hands on them. When I watched Lizabeth rip the marigolds from the ground I didn’t know why I didn’t show any emotion at that moment, I was in shock. I guess all I wanted to do was add some color to this town and have it beautiful in the midst of ugliness and sterility. When I saw my flowers laying lifeless on the ground, I didn’t know what to do after that point, I was in shock, a deep sadness had seemed

I still feel the same pain when I see them as if I’m re-living that day over and over again, I never see Lizabeth anymore, her father found a job somewhere that was nicer than the town we were living in I hope, no one should ever half to live in the poverty that our town is in. “The years have taken me worlds away from that time, and that place, from the dust and squalor of our lives, and from the bright thing that I destroyed in a blind, childish striking out at God knows