Aldonza's Song I was spawned in a ditch By a mother who left me there Naked and cold and too hungry to cry I never blamed her I'm sure she left hoping That I'd have the good sense to die. Then, of course, there's my father I'm told that young ladies Can point to their fathers with maidenly pride Mine was some regiment Here for an hour I can't even tell you which side. So of course, I became, as befitted my delicate birth The most casual bride, of the murdering scum of the earth. Spoken: Don Quixote ""But still thou art my lady"" Aldonza: ""A LADY! How should I be a lady?"" For a lady has modest and maidenly airs And a virtue I somehow suspect that I lack It's hard to remember those maidenly airs In a stable, laid flat on your back. Don't you see what your tender insanities do to me Rob me of anger and give me despair (Memory lapse here for last two lines of verse) Won't you look at me, LOOK at me God, won't you look at me Look at the kitchen slut, reeking of sweat Born on a dungheap, to die on a dungheap A strumpet men use and forget. So please torture me now, with your sweet Dulcineas no more I'm no-one, I'm NOTHING, I'm only Aldonza, the whore!" XX oct99
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