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ANGEL: No Negro woman should have to anything, and so what? Do you even understand what I’m talking about? When I was sitting there at Tony’s this afternoon, I saw him looking like he could see right through my clothes, and I knew he had talked to Nick about me.

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End: Then I stood up to pour myself another drink and saw myself in the mirror . . . and I thought what is this poor, crazy, colored woman laughing about? (A beat) When I turned around, there was Tony, waiting for his answer, so I gave it to him . . .

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Pearl Cleage, Blues for an Alabama Sky, Dramatist Play Services, 1995, pp. 50.