'Sharing the stars - script' by art+power

Brenda:

Being turned into a dolly

Made me weak

I can’t answer back

I’m soft inside


Mary:

She told me to wear clothes

That were not mine

Old clothes, out of this world

That put me back

Labelled me, disabled me.

Poor cheap, baggy clothes

Like from a jumble sale.


Jacky:

Dressing me like a rag doll.

No rights to choose

Fitting me to her ways

Making me out of this world.


Brenda:

I used to know a lady who lived by us

She wore lots of clothes

A big coat on a hot day

A big dark, brown, heavy coat


Jacky:

She wore baggy stockings

Falling down around her legs


Mary:

People thought she was poor

People thought there was something wrong with her


Brenda:

That something had gone wrong in her head


Jacky:

People called her simple.

And I know names can hurt and harm

I saw her cry, she didn’t like walking down the road


Mary:

She should dress as she wants

She should have her own choice

No-one should take another person’s pride

She was not a rag doll

She was dressed up like a princess

A princess to herself.


Brenda, Jacky, Mary: It’s our choice

Jacky: And it’s your choice.