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!
DON QUIXOTE: And still thou art my lady!
ALDONZA:
And still he torments me! 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 these
maidenly airs
In a stable, laid flat on your back!
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!
If you
feel that you see me not
quite at my virginal best,
Cross my palm with a coin,
and I'll willingly show you the rest!
You
have shown me the sky,
but what good is the sky
To a creature who'll never do
better than crawl?
Of all the cruel bastards who've
badgered and battered me
You are the cruelest of all!
Can't
you see what your gentle
insanities do to me?
Rob me of anger and give me
despair!
Blows and abuse I can take
and give back again,
Tenderness I cannot bear!
So
please torture me now with
your "sweet Dulcineas" no more!
I am no one! I'm nothing!
I'm only Aldonza the whore!
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